August 16, 2009 – Glendora, CA
“Isaiah,” I called across the yard, “pick up that empty box and take it to the trash cans.”
It’s grandpa and grandson clean-up-the-backyard day on an unusually cool Sunday morning. I was scrubbing the barbecue pad and smoker oven. I glanced to see him drop the rake and run to the box.
“Grandpa,” he called from the patio, “can I make a clubhouse in the box?”
Slightly annoyed I opened my mouth to bark, “Just throw it away like I said!”
But what came out was, “Sure.”
I listened to him giggle and took this picture.
In ten or fifteen minutes he wrung all the fun out of that stupid box and threw it away where I had asked him to.
Then we went inside to fix lunch.