I love that whenever I have a task to complete around the house, particularly when it is outside, Lukas is excited to help out. He can't wait to get on his 'work' clothes and get dirty. The enthusiasm he shows for what I would otherwise consider miserable work, often leads to another fun father and son bonding moment.
For instance Sunday afternoon, thanks to my father's pickup truck being available (I'm choosing to focus on the fact that it was available to use and NOT that it was here because he and a good portion of my family are all traipsing around Paris - probably gulping red wine, eating stinky cheese, and gnawing on baguettes as I type this), I decided it was a golden opportunity to avail myself of the last of the Big ol Dirt Pile.
It certainly wasn't something I had been looking forward to doing. Truth be told, I was kind of dreading it seeing how we have officially entered the Dog Days of Summer. However, as I began to load the first of countless shovelfuls of soil into my wheelbarrow, Lukas came rolling up with his own wheelbarrow ready and willing to earn his supper.
I was happy for the help. We shoveled, we sweated, we stopped to eat peas from our garden. We even stopped to throw a few immature plums into the bushes just for the fun of it.
And, after a couple of hours of hard labor, we were good and ready for the fine meal Mrs. LIAYF had just pulled off the grill. Food always tastes better after hard labor. Especially when it's accomplished with the help of your 3 year old son and his little wheelbarrow.
It even made me forget for just a little while that I was here in Seattle shoveling dirt, and NOT traveling through France eating stinky cheese.