Yesterday was beautiful: calm, sunny, and 80 degrees. I had a few hours of outside work to do, what with rearranging the compost pile and vacuuming dirt out of the pool, and Charlie said he’d come out to help. Some help he was. I took a break after a couple of hours and caught him lounging in the grass:

“Charlie! I thought you were supposed to be helping me work. Or at least patrolling the yard to keep the squirrels and cats out.”

Uh oh. He caught me.

“But, Dad! It’s such a nice day. And I’m cute! Scratch my belly?”

“No, Charlie. You have work to do.”

“Nope. I think I’d rather just lie here and enjoy the sun.”

Hard to argue with that logic, ain’t it?