Helping Daddy


Rich was getting the mulch out of the driveway yesterday and Timmy decided to get his shovel and wheelbarrow to help. Why do I have that feeling that it will much different ten years from now? All I can picture is Rich sitting in a lawn chair with his legs propped up drinking lemonade as two (maybe three) disgruntled young men ( one with orange hair, one with a nose ring and the other with a tattoo that I won't know about until twenty years later. ;) ) are very unhappily doing yard work?

These little things are something I'll always remember.