Doing the chores

Our grass grows like stink (or did until I cut it too short and the summer sun hit, virtually drying out and killing the grass... which is a bummer and a blessing at the same time).

Thank goodness we have our super-energetic, quasi-Monica-like-obsessive compulsive neat-freak, over eager little girl who loves to chip in with the chores. Chores are technically not child labour, plus she gets a break from raking the leaves by playing with the water hose (can you see how excited she gets).

You're too much fun little one.