Husband to son:

“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow in the yard, so you’d better go to bed early.”

“Sorry, Dad, I’ve got to read tomorrow.”

This is lovely to me on oh-so-many levels.  Hubby is going to work in the yard–hip hip hooray!  And son can’t help because he’s got to read–double hip-hip-hooray!  (He’s left his summer reading to the last minute and must get it done, reports written and all that jazz before school starts back.  Still, I am thrilled that he’s actually going to do it without asking me for the Cliff’s Notes or to rent the movie.)

At any rate, things are getting done around here which warms my heart and makes my toes tingle.  Dare I hope the gate will get fixed?  My swing put back up on the deck?  The carport pressure-washed?

:::sigh:::  Happy times, people.  Happy times….