There's Work To Be Done

For the last couple of weeks we have awoke every morning to strangers loudly talking over the UN-ignorable sound of jackhammers, excavators, and dump trucks all around our house. (A perk to living on a corner!) My son whom of course is the only one amazed at the fact that we have a work sight in our front yard, continuously ask me what they are doing. After several days of no sleep, repeatedly explaining that they are laying new water lines and answering the question WHY over and over again it was time for a change! From that point on every time Nathatn would ask me what they were doing and why, I would simply reply "there's work to be done!" After this went on for a couple of days I found Nathan no longer glued to the front window of our house, instead he was always in the back yard. Every time I seen him he had out the same toys and was sitting in our gravel playing. After awhile I said to him "you must really be having fun playing!" At that point my witty and out-spoken 4 year old looked at me and boldly replied "I'm not playing, there's work to be done!"