The other evening, the boys were outside in their natural habitat, hunting for bugs and eating the tall prairie grasses in our yard . . .
But then, just as they were getting the most satisfying of nibbles on the most succulent of prairie grasses . . .
A jarring disruption occurred . . .
It was the daddyman, celebarting Daylight Savings Time with his new reel-mower:
The newly mowed grass sure looked nice, but it made for some sad, sad Chickerdoodles!