Walt occasionally gets enthusiastic about household tasks that we give him. Very occasionally. Usually, he resists with every ounce of his being any attempt to get him to be a productive member of this family, although he has promised many times to brush his own teeth, dress himself, wipe his own bottom, etc., etc. "when Mike gets here." Somehow I think he understands that Mike's gestation will be a full 16% of his life, and he's making the most of it and is not about to exercise any independence any sooner than necessary.
However, there is one job he has taken seriously: pecan picker upper, a job vital to the survival of our backyard grass. Despite the inherent hazards in picking up nuts that have fallen, and continue to fall, from above, Walt has embraced his task with great zeal, a dump truck . . . and, of course, a level of precaution only a Crouch could muster.
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