I used to cringe when my dad would put any friend I had over to work. I used to think that anybody that came over must think I had the lamest household where they were always getting jobs. Well, apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because I have turned into my dad.
Here is one of the many instances. My kids were washing these random mud splatters off our garage door, and Vince the neighbor wanted to hang out. I told him he was welcome, but we had to work hard before we played hard.
Funny thing is, every time that boy sees us working, he makes his way over.
That being said, I think he secretly likes the responsibility.
Good thing, because I certainly like the extra set of hands.
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