After ten years of shooing you off this fence, the old widow that lives there will hire you to paint it. After that, you will mow her lawn for free, unasked, until she goes to her reward.
2 thoughts on “The Cookies Were Fantastic”
I think the concept of hiring kids not your kin for chores is completely gone (and fraught with legal dangers).
Even expecting your own kids to labor manually seems close to being lost.
I was mowing the lawn with a gas powered mower at the age of eight (and had the scars from leaning my arm on the scalding carburetor to prove it!). I wasn’t allowed near the edger till I was nine (and we’re talking the old fashioned, whirring blades of steel kind, not those thin nylon strip deals).
I delivered her newspaper daily, and I broke in through her front door when I saw her lying face-down in a diabetic coma.
She never thanked me, but she did pay on-time for the next two months.
2 thoughts on “The Cookies Were Fantastic”
I think the concept of hiring kids not your kin for chores is completely gone (and fraught with legal dangers).
Even expecting your own kids to labor manually seems close to being lost.
I was mowing the lawn with a gas powered mower at the age of eight (and had the scars from leaning my arm on the scalding carburetor to prove it!). I wasn’t allowed near the edger till I was nine (and we’re talking the old fashioned, whirring blades of steel kind, not those thin nylon strip deals).
I delivered her newspaper daily, and I broke in through her front door when I saw her lying face-down in a diabetic coma.
She never thanked me, but she did pay on-time for the next two months.
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