This morning my son asked me to come outside and help him move a couple of tires that he was using to build his fort. Somehow that morphed into me carrying a couple TONS of cinder blocks. And wood. And tires. And a log.
At one point, when I was bent over resting before picking up a good sized cement paver stone, he says, “This is some good, quality time.”
I wonder where he heard that from? Although it’s probably everywhere, school, TV, everywhere.
A couple minutes later he asked me if I liked helping him like this. I said I don’t mind helping you, but these things are getting heavy!
We soldiered on and eventually achieved fortage.