The other evening Terry was mowing the grass and Henry was playing in the pool. Henry ran up onto the front porch and noticed there was grass on his feet. Soooo, he ran back to the pool to rinse them. He gets out of the pool and runs back up onto the front porch. Again, the darn grass, so back he goes to the pool. He must have done this about ten times. I could see in his face his little brain working, wondering why the grass kept attaching to his feet. He looked over and saw me smiling at him and taking pictures. The evening was golden and warm. My precious boy. I could have watched him forever.