Leif helps Daddy clear the large pile of pine needles that was created when we raked the garden area before putting down the bed.
He stopped working for a bit and began throwing pine needles on his head.
The prospect of bugs in the needles made me a tidge queasy...
...but I didn't wash his hair that night because it smelled SOOooo good, like warm pine needles, toasty in the sun. Mmmn..
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