Z and Q were playing out front while I was messing around in the garden. I was raking leaves out from under our bushes (about time - they were last year's!) in preparation for cedar mulch and the installation of a micro-sprinkler system (more on that in another post. It is SO freakin' cool!) Z sees NK and asks if she can invite him to play. In the front yard, sans dogs, natch. I said sure and went back to my obsessive raking.
I finished raking and watched NK go by on his Ripstick (a twisty skate-board-y thing) pulling Z in the wagon.
I finished pouring out the first bag of mulch and watched NK go by on his Ripstick pulling Z in the wagon.
I finished pouring out the tenth bag of mulch and watched NK go by on his Ripstick pulling Z in the wagon.
Fearing that Z had roped NK into a life of indentured servitude, I called out that maybe he didn't want to spend his entire afternoon pulling her around in her wagon. Perhaps they could find a different way to play.
NK replied that it was okay, so I told him I didn't want him to feel pressured to cart her around.
His reply? "No, really! I don't feel anything!"
Okay. Maybe he's not that bad.