Akiva takes out ‘ye ol’ pogo stick. In order to prevent the exposed spring from tearing up his shorts and shirt, as it did two years ago, (damage not pictured in link) and possibly preventing him from having children later in life, I taped some water pipe insulation over the offending part.

SPRINK-SPRANK-SPRINK-SPRANK

SPRINK-SPRANK-SPRINK-SPRANK!

SPRINK-SPRANK-SPRINK-SPRANK

SPRINK-SPRANK-SPRINK-SPRANK!

Akiva is naturally trop cool.

When we arrive home, Gramps is pulling weeds. My impression of his weed pulling technique is that he really liked it when he was young and strong and dug up the big root balls left by adult trees cut down in the yard. He left giant craters reminiscent of meteorite impacts, which was to be expected from the size of the root. In theory, weed-pulling should not leave meteorite-sized craters. In actuality, when Dad pulls weeds, the yard appears to have been bombarded with debris from outer space.