On Being "Helped"

Last night, Dada set out to do the final yardwork of the year. That man is pretty serious about his lawn, and we have a pretty big one, so sometimes things can get a little ... intense.

Cohen and I figured we'd lighten up the mood by helping Dada. And by "helping," I mean letting the boy pester his father while I took pictures. One day, Dada will thank me.

Linking up with Paper Mama for Wordless Wednesday.