And free labor ain't bad either.
Dad thinks it is not too early to start training the Twins. So when he noticed some packing material that needed to go out, he made a game of it. The object was to get the box down to the dumpster. Each child was to take turns, or both were to help each other carry it to its destination. Dad would do the final lifting and heaving into the dumpster.
Each tried handling it on their own. EJ, as is his nature, gave up easily. There was little incentive for him to move it the 100 yards by himslef. Buggy as is hers, tried to show him how to do it and then direct him to do it. They fought, made efforts, and bickered some more. Dad was undeterred. The task was not accomplished, his drink (being patience) was emptying fast, and soon the sun would move into position where he was no longer shaded by the silver leaf maple while lying in his hammock in the court yard. He called the troops to order and demonstrated how they could both work together to get the unwieldy box moved.
Not five minutes later they were managing to move it down toward the goal.
Dad put more effort into getting them to take out the trash than he would have just doing it on his own, but the lesson was eminently more valuable.



















































