He was smiling that huge Cheshire grin of his.
That front tire was getting too close to my babies!
A little uneven at the end, and too much heavy dirt!
Now really, that's ENOUGH. You've made it big enough! Take the plow back! I can't handle this stress!
I told him I wasn't working the soil over this time, it was his idea, it's his job. He just smiled. I mean it I said!
Last night he brought home a huge tiller mounted on the back of a loader tractor he rented from our neighbor. This I just couldn't watch. I just didn't have the stomach for it.
I hope his joy of watching me fret, combined with his love of all things loud has come to an end for now. I might not make it through the summer!