Go Fly a Kite
By Aunt_HeatherPiper on May 02, 2014
There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
Last Saturday dad asked for assistance in getting the garden ready to plant. What needed done? He wanted to add sand to loosen the soil, peat moss and yes manure. Cow manure to be exact. Our garden isn't exactly a small rinky dinky plot of land and yet it's not an acre large area either. It's a relatively nice size roughly twenty-five feet by fifty feet garden.
Naturally, we expected Kyle to help gather the material required for good soil and spread the ingredients on the ground before my cousin Jim plowed it to mix it all together.
Was my almost thirteen year old excited to participate? Nope! Was my little man helpful? Kind of! Does Kyle need the exercise and the work ethic? You bet!
Lately, Kyle has been a bit "lippy" with us and sporting an attitude. Yes, I am well aware he is nearly in his teenage years, but it's still not right. Especially for Kyle to give his pappy such a hard time. He does so much for that kid, going above and beyond. Come on, it's not like we were asking him to run a marathon. We just wanted a little bit of good old fashion hard work and nice family time together. Win win in my opinion.
After the feet dragging and moaning to get dressed and out the door, we started to have a nice time running around to the different lawn care stores, picking up things here and there. Dad has a one ton dump truck we road around in, squeezed in the front seat. It was never a dull moment and I thought we might just have a nice time finishing up our tasks. I was wrong.
On a side note, while getting the sand at the Kingston Supply Company, dad spotted this little forklift for sale. It reminded me of Guido and Luigi from the movie Cars. "I'd like to have that!" dad blurts out. Kyle and me bust out laughing picturing dad driving that little forklift around for no reason.
Once we got back to the house and started to unload everything, Kyle started his whining and complaining. Just like he does before our hikes. You have to fight with him and push him in a direction before he comes around. Personally, I hate arguing with the kid, but insisting he gets some exercise by doing real work and spending quality time with the family and learning how to farm are all good enough reasons to push back when he starts his crap. That's how much I truly care for Kyle, I'm willing to get a headache for his own good.
What did he do?...
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