You can't see the shovel in his right hand, but his attitude is showing from miles away.
"Why do I have to?" he wants to know, when I send him out to dig in the garden. At the moment he's moving a line of speedwells forward and he is not happy about it. He feels used and abused.
The boys have three days off school. Emil got the sniffles and has stayed indoors since Sunday evening, but Everett has been conscripted into his mother's service. Earlier he pruned dead flower stocks, and yesterday he decimated the lambs' ear population. Oh, the agony of it all.
I'm stuck at this computer for another three hours today, so had best get back at it. Wish I could trade places with the kid.
