My dad, Finley's beloved Granddad, is always primed to take care of his lawn and the surrounding areas of his house. This includes sweeping the stones/gravel that often appear in front of their house where you turn from the main road onto their smaller street. My mom jokes about him "sweeping the stones" and yesterday, Finley followed in his Granddad's footsteps when he came across some gravel on our street that he had never noticed before. It began after we took a pedal in his cozy coupe police car down the street to see the bobcat and steamroller that were repairing a nearby driveway. On our way back, Finley noticed a huge spread of rocks and sand (aka gravel) and he immediately hopped out and began filling the "trunk" of his police car with it and said he needed to take it to the rock crusher to make a new road. (Thank you, Richard Scarry) He did this for a while and then got back in his car and cruised over to yet another pile before delivering his load to our driveway. He grabbed his trusty snow shovel (Thank you, Charlotte!) and tried to remove the gravel from the car until he realized the size of the shovel outmatched the small trunk and he asked me to dump the car's load over into his shovel.
Soon, he was ready to bring over more for his pile and spent some quality time going back and forth across the street carrying gravel, dumping it out, and going back for more.
He also tried tossing the gravel around...one load ended up on his head and that was the end of that, but he took it in stride! I reminded him that is what worker's wear hard hats on the construction site :)
Aren't you proud, Granddad?
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