I don't have those classic memories of diving into piles of leaves when I was a child. That's probably because the leaves in Florida just don't lend themselves to large fluffy piles like the crinkly collections of Maple leaves I raked together this past weekend. Standing there with rake in hand and garbage can ready to receive the fallen fauna, I was struck with childish inspiration. I coerced both children outside to dance in the wonderful enjoyment of making a huge mess.
It took some time to get Sam to realize how much fun we were having, but he quickly caught up on the fun.
Then he helped me stop to make more room in the can.
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