Recently, a big thirteen year old Johnny and I have been hauling a lot of manure together... should write a part two? :)
Honestly, thirteen year old Johnny has traded a lot of his bossiness for random cooky-ness, that keeps me entertained, one spring chore after another. Whether he's dancing around, stabbing pretend aliens with his pitchfork or giving goofy voices to the chickens, he keeps me giggling. Plus, he's now big enough to do most of the heavy hauling for me, only rarely spilling a wheelbarrow.
He remains a good work buddy, these years later.