Friday at lunch:
“Wyatt, what are you doing?” I asked him as he was pulling his arm into his sleeve.
“I’m making an auger.” (Duh! I should’ve known. – Grab the camera.)
Although he does have a flax seed from some bread on his face, he was much more interested in augers than eating lunch.I wonder if he would be so into augers if we still lived in Lincoln. It doesn’t matter really, but I still wonder.