One of the cook things about the boys growing up is that they can *almost* be helpful now.  *almost*.  They’ll take their clothes and put them in the dirty clothes bin (and then Dexter will bring the clothes back to you, then his brothers clothes, then the bin), stuff clean diapers into the diaper pail, put away their books after reading time, feed themselves certain foods (and coincidentally will also stylize their own hair with their patented organic hair gel), wash windows, and most recently, yard work.  Just look how helpful they were a few days ago when the yard was in desperate need of mowing?

They only have one little-man sized lawn mower, but I get tired of mowing sometimes, so the boys help push.

And have I ever mentioned just how devious my darling beloved wife is?  She actually has a note from the doctor, excusing her from mowing the yard.  And in fact, instructing that I must strip upon re-entering the home, and immediately proceed to the shower, which is bloody awkward when we have company, but you have to listen to your doctor, right?

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