steve spent most of yesterday planting some new trees in our yard.
he dug holes, and put in five.
i was admiring the work,
when micah happened along.
i said, "micah, aren't these trees dad planted nice?"
and he said, "well, they are nice and all, but what happens if i am walking through the yard with my eyes closed, and forget they are there, and run right into them?"
"when do you walk through the yard with your eyes closed?"
"i haven't yet, but i might."