I coached Graham on some appropriate humor:
Q: Where do sheep get their hair cut?
A: The Baa Baa Shop!
It never gets old!
Nancy (who also owns an ice cream shop in Morris) did the clipping while Graham watched and offered some reassurance to the little lambs waiting in the pen. ("It's OK babies, it's just a haircut.")
All clean and white, the sheep went out in the meadow to reacquaint with the lambs who didn't recognize them right away.
Then it was time for work. We all went to Filor Hill to load the trucks up with logs. Graham insisted we help him carry logs too big to drag with a truck, and when I handed him a small chunk he could manage himself, he told me he wanted to do it together with Grandpa like I had been doing.