Why do we have to rake? Why, indeed. All I know is that I am not going to grumble and groan about having a house to take care of. I am grateful for the shelter and the guarantee of a warm place to call home. My children, on the other hand, don't see it through the eyes of gratitude, the way I do.
Raking Duty was this afternoon, also known as time to ask mom why we can't live with leaves all over the place. I told them to google why, but to do it later, because right now, Everybody grab a rake.
If you would have been with us this afternoon, you would have been treated to the pearls leaving my children's mouths, like these:
Are my hands cold, or warm? I can't tell anymore.
I feel like I need a piece of chicken or something.
Are we doing this right? Because the neighbors are looking at us.
Doing this makes me feel sad. I feel so sad.
You know what's annoying, mom, when dad knocks on the window from the inside and gives us the thumbs up.
There's some animal poop here and we don't have animals that poop so I don't want to be doing this side anymore.
This is dumb. The leaves just keep coming back.
If I knew why we have to do this I would do it but I don't, so why are we out here for six hours?
I want do be done now.
Man, mom, the way you're raking it's like you're mad at somebody.
He keeps putting my leaves onto his pile so it looks like he did more but you can see, look! My arms are shaky from all my work!
Why can't the trees just keep their leaves?
Hey! If we pretend we're ice-picking it's kind of fun. Forget it, it only works for five minutes.
I'm just going to be done when I decide I'm done, I'm not going to wait for you to tell me.
Why can't we use the leaf blower? And don't say saving energy, we need to exercise, our bodies work or any of your usual reasons!
We're not going to be doing this until dark again are we, because last night that lady across the street came out and slammed her garage door really loud.
That's it, mom. All of us talked. We are done. You keep doing other stuff and we are raking and so we are done.
In the defense of my grumbling children, they were outside with me from 10 a.m. until 1 p.m. today. The three of us, three hours altogether, that's a lot of work. They're good kids, and I'm just going to pretend the reason they helped me was love for their mother, and not the story I told them about how raccoons look for leaf piles to hide in so they can jump out on the person who takes out the garbage at night.
Shazaam! Leaf piles, removed!
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