“I kind of like working.”

He really, really does. He is one of the best workers I know. But it has to be REAL work. Grown-up work, not manufactured-for-a-kid-to-do work.

This kid is a whiz with a shovel. I’m just sayin.’

He insisted on pushing this _very_ heavy wheelbarrow all by himself to the compost pile.

After, as we were companionably digging up a bed together, he said in a confidential aside, “I kinda like working.”