Today after naptime, Anson wanted to go outside and help Daddy clean up the yard.
It was a chillier day than normal for August in Walla Walla, and Anson decided he needed a sweater, and socks and shoes as well. Then he went outside and got busy, looking for dog poop to scoop up with his little shovel and put in a bucket.
After a bit, he got curious about our little tomato garden, which, due to some poor execution on Mom’s part, isn’t producing much in the way of actual tomatoes but does seem to be flourishing in terms of height.
I watched all of this from inside as I worked on food prep for the week. Occasionally something Anson would do would make me smile to myself or even laugh out loud… he’s a very animated kid.
Suddenly, Anson raced across the backyard towards the house. Anson came through the door holding a single still-yellow dandelion flower. He gave it to me and announced excitedly, “Mom, there’s the HUGEST tomato out there!”
“That’s awesome, Anson! Is it red, or green?”
“It’s just green,” he responded. “But it is gigantic.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait until it turns red so we can eat it. Thanks for keeping an eye on the garden!”
“Oh guess what else Mom?” Anson asked with no less enthusiasm. Then he handed me the dandelion. “This is for you.”
“Wow, Anson! Thank you so much for picking a flower for me.”
“It’s all in a day’s work,” he replied nonchalantly, as he headed back out the door to get back to it.
Anson's Antics 