Rost & I had been outside most of the afternoon, enjoying the nice weather and doing some chores on the property.
Everyone helps out around here, the two year old is no exception.
Once we’d finished up our work it was time to play! Rost directed me to the tall grass along the roadside where I was handed a tallish, stick-looking tumbleweed. We proceeded to walk up and down the fence line holding our sticks high out in front of us, swishing them in the grass from time to time, and occasionally screaming a loud, high-pitched squeal.
When I would ask Rost he would only exclaim “Allfonts!” or “Rost baby Allfonts, Mama mama Allfonts!” It took me roughly thirty minutes to finally figure out what we were doing, have you figured it out by now?
