Brooke has finally become brave enough to ride on the lawnmower, or tractor, as she calls it. She would ride with Poppy to the fire pile, sit on the bench until he was finished, then ride in the wagon back to go "help" pick up sticks. Poppy's little helper followed him all over the whole time we were there. She kept telling us that the hurricane knocked down all the trees. For her all of this craziness was just a vacation away from home.
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