My son, he gets this idea in his head to add a 'wetland habitat' to our property. Nevermind the lovely creek we have in the very back. Well, he starts digging this hole, and I catch him at it.
After some minor negotiations, it is agreed he can dig a hole, but not where he is currently digging it. I show him where I would actually like to put a pond and he proceeds, with his sister's help, to install said pond. Not bad work instigating and seeing a project through for a nine year old.
I did NOT specify the old hole needed to be filled in. So yesterday, I am dressed for work and I have a coffee mug in hand, I head out to the back yard to inspect the grapevine before leaving for work to make sure we did not miss any grapes when we picked them. My right foot goes down, past where the earth should begin and twists in the aborted pond hole, my left knee gouges out a hole in the earth next to it and I end up with a scratch on my right palm from a rock. In my left hand, my coffee cup remains, planted firmly in the ground.
I did NOT spill my coffee. You can see where my priorities are.
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