Thursday, December 31, 2009
I'm always telling my son Sean when there is a problem he needs to come up with a solution. Usually he just bemoans that there is a problem. Yesterday we got some snow. I sent Jacob and Sean to go shovel our walkways and go to the little old lady (widow) on the corner and do her house as well. Great they both happily went outside (they like snow). Sean comes back:
Sean: We only have one shovel.
Me: Go borrow the neighbors.
Sean: He's using it.
Me. How about the other neighbors?
Sean: Not home.
Me. Come up with a solution to the problem!
Sean: How about you give me a can of hairspray and some matches, or a lighter would be fine.
I suppose I should be grateful that at least he came up with a solution!