We live on a one acre lot that is mostly wooded. We just love it here, but all those trees do produce a lot of twigs, branches, and pine cones that fall to the ground with regularity--and the leaves?--let's just not talk about the vast quantities of leaves B deals with every year. Because of this debris, the twins have to pick up a garbage can full of twigs, etc., on a regular basis. They really hate this job, but recently found a clever way around it--at least, they were hoping. Before B left one day, he told A and M that since it had been a good while, they needed to pick up two cans of sticks that day. They were extremely bummed because they had plans to play the day away. One of them, I'm not sure who--I could guess though, came up with what they thought was a wonderful plan--a way to get off easy. The picture below tells it all: B laughed when he saw the two cans of sticks waiting for him on the kitchen counter--but A and M, the poor overworked children, still had to go out and do what they knew he meant! Poor babies.

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