I'd asked Kiddo to do some things around the house. The Daddler's been working hard at raking leaves on the inside of our fence, but since the property line extends beyond the fence to encompass four huge oaks, we have to take care of the leaves on the other side of the fence. The church takes care of mowing and everytime I see the man who does that, I ask him when he's gonna take care of those leaves, but somehow, he thinks I'm kidding. Me, kid? Maybe now that The D is a regular (two weeks running, and he even gave an offering last time), they'll have pity on us.
When I got home from my client's office yesterday, Kiddo was out raking. When I walked in the house, I asked The D if he'd seen K raking. He registerd a look of surprise, grabbed his hat and jumped up. We walked out together and I told Kiddo how shocked his G-Pa had been, and they both grinned. The D told him to pull up some scrub trees and grabbed a rake and joined in.
I love this picture. Somehow, it makes me feel like the Lady of the Fiefdom.
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