Yesterday, I was in hammer-down mode to get my flower beds cleaned off, ornamental grasses cut down, roses, trimmed, etc., etc., before the impending cold and rain set in (again). After the kids got home from school, eight-year-old Nathan assessed the situation and sensed an opportunity.
"Mom. Do you want me to hook up my wagon to my four-wheeler and haul this stuff off?"
And just like that, it was as if eight years of food, water and shelter had finally paid off.