Child Labor

Tonight, two of Lil’s friends came over for dinner.  They could have chosen to play in her playhouse, ride bikes, pretend with her thousands of animal toys, but no.  It was digging in the empty garden bed that captured their attention.

The plastic shovels held little interest for the little one.  He wanted our sharp pointed trowel and then this rake:

When it was time to go inside for the night, they were covered in dirt from toe to tooth.  But at least the soil was turned over.  Next time we are preparing a bed for fall planting, we will employ the child labor again.