I'm building a two-tiered retaining wall in my front yard, and I've quickly learned that I hate digging. However, in the process I've discovered the wonders of the pickaxe. It loosens dirt, channels aggressions into the ground, and generally scares the hell out of all your neighbors. Except the three-year-old next door who is fascinated by all the work I'm doing.
3 year old: What are you doing?And it goes on from there. :)Me: Digging.
3 year old: Why?
Me: I'm building a wall.
3 year old: Oh. Why?
Me: To get rid of this hill.
3 year old: Why?
Considering all the digging and the 50-pound blocks I'll be lugging around, I'd better be damn buff by the end of this. :)
It doesn't always scare 'em off, but it definately lets 'em know they're unwanted.
Re:Ah, The Philosophical Quandaries Of Youth
jhorwitz on 2003-07-31T16:28:20
I actually like this kid, and he amuses me. So I didn't want to scar him for life with the "THERE IS NO SANTA!" response. Though I was tempted...:)
