Start the Clock

I had this weird realization recently driving in the work passing two teenage boys shoveling snow.  Some time in the next decade I am going to be able to pass off some, if not all, of my snow shoveling duties to my two boys.  Ah...fat city.  I will be watching them from the window, sipping some hot chocolate, warm and toasty as they pelt each other with snow balls. 

I know this is just a pipe dream, but there are so many things two boys can help do. 

"Boys, do not make your mother take in the groceries.  She makes us meals, the least you two can do is haul in the raw materials for her."

"Boys, your mother and I are tired, can you go pick up some food for dinner?"

"Boys, I need some help bringing in this plywood."

"Boys, we need to clean out the fridge.  Go eat what's left."

"Boys, go rake the leaves."

"Boys, I need help moving the refrigerator, let's go."

"Boys, let's clean the house for Mom."

I am starting to understand why folks in the Middle Ages had so many children--FREE LABOR.