My two boys were out front digging in my mulch bed. Mulch routinely falls in the vent wells. And, my eldest is crazy about Caterpillar machines. I thought that I would be sly and kill two birds with one stone.
"Edmund, what are you today?"
"I'm an excavator."
"Oh yeah, well, how about scooping out those vent wells for mommy?"
"Where?"
"Over there." I point feeling hopeful that I wouldn't have to do the chore.
"Sorry, Mommy." Edmund shakes his head sadly, "can't. It's Saturday. Cat's don't work on Saturdays. Try again on Monday."
Drat, foiled by the preschoolers union.