Woke up from my post night duty sleep to find that my baby boy has been doing the weeding for me! Whenever he’s alone outside his toys (bought and created by him, usually as a result of destroying something) always end up by the back door. I think he just sits there waiting between acts of destruction. It also makes it quite efficient when he wants to bring one of his special new “toys” inside. Love finding balls of roots and dirt on the lounge room carpet!