Mom is redoing the front porch area, part of which consists of a rock garden with a fringe of some kind of grass and a juniper bush. Mom kill the juniper bush by chopping off all of its branchs last fall. Now she’s trying to get rid of the rocks by hauling to the backyard. Last year I got Mom a serious garden wagon which she’s been using to do the hauling. Mom has a bucket and a couple of pots that she uses to hold the rocks as she pulls the wagon around to the back.
Charles has watched Mom move the rocks and decided that it was the cool thing to do. He isn’t to clear on the larger goal, as he generally only puts about 5-10 rocks in each container unless I egg him on to fill them more. What Charles likes is pulling the wagon around. He can make it on his own from the front to the backyard because it’s sidewalk all the way, but he can’t manage the wagon over the grass to the dump off spot (it’s a heavy wagon that probably weighs more than he does). Therefore I have to “help” although I’m forbidden to actually pull the wagon. That’s Charles’ job. I have to kind of push surreptitiously so that the wagon moves. It’s a good workout for Charles - his cheeks get very red as he struggles with the wagon.
The best part is that Charles taught Mom a trick for loading up rocks - use a shovel instead of your hands. He is truly a helpful boy.