I'm getting the sense that grandma doesn't quite trust me to look after myself. I wonder why. I now have a skinned knee, a skinned elbow, and a big egg on my head from a collision with the potting shed at the Botanic Gardens. Pretty tough, huh?
That's "water" for those of you who don't speak my language. More than anything else in the whole world, I like to water the lawn. It takes concentration but now that I'm 18 months, I can pretty much handle it myself.