An Evening with James

An evening with James.

Here I stop to smell the flowers.
Now I say "Whhyyyyy???" here after Mom tells me to stop picking (ripping out) flowers.

After trying to pick every flower in the garden, I try to smoosh ants.

With my plastic garden rake.

Then I dig in the dirt in front of Daddy's barn.

After I get bored with that, I jump off stumps.