(Aside: I so remember this oldest sibling feeling, of wanting your little brother to behave in the family pictures!)
On the way back up the hill, H wanted to look for bones on the other side of the cows' stream. I had to pass him across the stream because it was running a little deep, over the tops of his boots. We found a couple of cow femurs with black and brown slugs hiding on the bottoms, close to the ground. (Every day since then he's been singing this song, but replacing the lyrics in the refrain with "sluugs and bones, slu-ugs and bones, slu-ugs have houses called bones". Hee.) I love Wednesdays.