This young man is one of my best Monday joys. He comes over first thing in the morning and visits til after lunch every Monday while his mother, my best friend, tends to some business. He's nine months older than Daisy and they have absolutely nothing in common. They generally ignore each other, except that David likes to hop on Daisy's trike and chase her screaming around the kitchen, and Daisy likes to report on David's misdeeds.
However, now that it is tent worm season, they have forged a tentative bond in sharing an enemy. Daisy abhors the tent worms that are so common out in the yard right now, and watches with approval while David spends hours alternatively collecting them into a jar, or squirting them with a spray bottle of soapy water.
And I approve of his hair.