I was out sorting out some moss on the lawn the other day (OK- so very
English, I know...), and young H was snuffling about watching.
So I showed him that I was pulling out the mossy stuff as it was horrid, and
we threw some in the air. After killing a bit, he got a wrinkly forehead &
sat & watched for a bit.
I got bored fairly quickly & wondered off to make a coffee, amble about,
etc., and forgot about the lawn.

I don't know how much later, but I ambled back outside for a smoke- and all
the moss in the lawn had been carefully dug up (leaving the grass!) and was
strewn about in piles where it had landed...

double take... Jon walks about gob-smaked.....

I'm truly amazed- although I suppose that it may be 'normal'- he saw what I
was doing, we made it into a game, so he carried on playing when I left?