For the past few weeks I have slowly watched our distraught lawn turn a deadly shade of dark yellow. In the midst of the crunchy yellow grass is one "pricker bush" that is an inviting shade of dark green. Pulling in the driveway today, I finally decided it had to go.
I asked Nathan to go over and yank it out for me. The other 5 piled out of the van and ran after him. They surrounded the weed. What is it about kids that whine, complain and stomp about at only being asked to make their bed, that they all begged to deal with this task.
Rachel finally cut it off at the base and threw the rest over the hill. I didn't want to mention that by not pulling it, it would only grow back even bigger.
