Put The Boy To Work

Ken and I decided it was about time for Kenny to start pulling his weight around here. You know, earning his keep. He's five now...that's practically a man.

We decided to start small. Nothing to overwhelming. Daddy helped him at first, just to show him the ropes.After a few pases, Kenny really seemed to be getting the hang of things.
Finally, we were confident he could handle the rest of the yard on his own.
In all seriousness, we did not make him mow the entire yard by himself. He did help Daddy mow the entire yard.

This marks a momentous occasion in my life. Evidence that the years of diapers, nursing, bottles, sippy cups, midnight rendezvous, runny noses, coloring on the walls, potty training, and food on the floor will pay off. The entire point of all those things is to someday be able to have your children take over the work as free laborers- all in the name of instilling in them "a good work ethic." Ahhh...the thought makes my heart go pitter patter.

My Dad was a pro at this. We didn't have toilet brushes. We had our hand and a rag. And why waste money on a mop to clean your HUGE tile floor when you have five children? Section off four rows each and give them a bucket and a rag. I used to think I was being subjected to death by cleaning, but now I know that my father understood a higher principal. Instilling a good perverse work ethic.

PS- I love you Dad.