I had come to the conclusion that Connor needs a closer watch. He does fine playing with the other kids and then he doesn't. And I'm not sure if it is him or them. But it bares watching more.
So I'm outside watching and everything seems to be honky dory fine and I think I can go in for fifteen minutes and get dinner done. Next thing I know Audrie comes in and tells me he is throwing rocks. Wait...what? We don't have rocks.
So I take dinner out of the oven and go check it out. One of the neighbors must have been doing a concrete project and had rocks in the back of her truck. He had climbed in and took some and threw them all over the parking lot. Oy.
So I grab the broom, the dustpan and the little man. He had the task of helping clean it up. We got most of it picked back up and put back in that pick up. And I was so thankful he didn't throw any of the rocks at the corvette. I just keep expecting that one of these days he is going to scratch her paint.
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