Cole was thoroughly enjoying himself at the park today, when the landscaper turned on his weed-whacker to trim down a hill of dandelions. Needless to say, all play was abandoned as his attention was completely averted to the hillside. Cole, with an ear to ear grin, remained fixated on that loud whacker until the landscaper caught sight of him and smiled and waved, which sent a shy Cole running. I don’t know if it was the weed whacker, the loudness of it, or his hat which intrigued Cole the most, but it certainly stopped him in his tracks.