who needs a snow blower?

Last week when we got snow dumped, D and I found ourselves shoveling constantly.

I'm not going to lie, I kinda enjoyed it.

I took pride in clearing our sidewalks and driveway.

I was walking in the door the other night about the same time Dallin got home from work.

Our doorbell rang and I found a cute little bundled up boy standing on our porch.

He asked for Dallin and I heard the front door close a few minutes later.

I asked D who he was, and he told me it was one of the ten-year-old boys in his primary class.

He usually refers to them as the mischief makers.

I then asked him why he came over and he said that he hired him to shovel our driveway.

I laughed and he was dead serious.

Gosh dang, that little guy worked his guts out for the next hour.

Apparently, he and D prearranged the agreement at church and he promised him 5 bucks.

By the end of it I wanted to give him more, but Dallin assured me that it was enough.

Please bless we don't get in trouble for employing the entire primary.