This morning Daddy went outside to mow the yard. When the engine started I told Max, "There's Daddy, mowing the grass." Next thing I know Max is gone like a shot. He's on his way down the stairs. I asked where he was going. He turns around looks over the edge of the step back up at me and yells with gusto, as if I know nothing but should, "DADDY!"
I laughed and told him to come back upstairs and I would let him look out and see Daddy. He ran back up the stairs. I lifted him up to our window and he relaxed as he watched Daddy mowing. But just seeing him for a couple seconds wasn't enough. Max needed to watch the whole process. I ended up getting him the stool and he stood there watching Daddy while he mowed the whole back yard.
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