While we were at Yogi there was a storm here and a tree fell across the street.
Our first morning back some city workers came with all their gear and chopped it up and hauled it away.
Christian watched the entire thing from the window.
As soon as they pulled away he begged to get out there and check it out.
I told him he had to change out of his jammies first.
He did change his bottoms at least.
Then grabbed a wagon.
Hoping to find some left behind wood?
There it is.
That's a whole lot of excitement just for that.
But he loved it and rubbed his little fingers over that stump 'til I finally drug him away.