Raking fall leaves with papa turned out to be more of an exercise in creativity than a lesson in the satisfying rewards of hard work.
In essence, he raked while they went behind him and made lovely yellow paths all around their imaginary world with the leaves he'd just piled.
I personally witnessed the paling of his face as he murmured, astonished, "They took my leaves and spread them all back out!"
But who can deny the beauty of a carved mini-pumpkin placed strategically among fields of gold? I saw his eyes crinkle at the sides and his heart melt into a warm cup of cocoa. No anger - no reproach.
A dream father, he is.