friend or foe.

P has a love/hate relationship with the leaf blower. He cries when we crank it up. He cries when we turn it off. He's not quite sure how he feels about the obnoxious noise it makes. And he definitely does not like the air to touch him. But tonight, he made peace with the blower.


The blower has buttons and switches. And P likes this.



They are new found friends. And this makes P happy.