He knew where his Daddy's big shovel was so he dragged it over and began "helping" the neighbor's landscape guys. They all worked in silence and with great patience.
Here, he was thinking hard about the wheelbarrow. It was full, making it too heavy to bring over so he kept shoveling.
We shared a chuckle as I snapped a few pictures, we read every book without interruption and Brighton stood a little taller as he walked back in the house.