Wednesday, September 1, 2010

If Something's Broken, We Gotta Fix It

This morning Little Britches and I were heading out to do a few errands.  We heard something like a chain-saw not too far away.  Then we heard a heavy "thump". 

Little Britches:  "Gramma, what was that?????"

Me:  "I'm not sure, but it sounded like a chain-saw.  And maybe a big limb fell down."

Little Britches:  "Huh?  What they doin'?"

As we started to leave the neighborhood, I noticed a guy or two and some trucks parked on the side of the road and a neighbors huge pine tree lying down--away from their house--in the yard.

Me:  "See that big tree on the ground?"

Little Britches:  "Um, yeah.  Why they do that?"

Me:  "Looks like the tree was dying and they probably were making sure it wouldn't fall on their house."

Little Britches:  "Why?"

Me:  "Well, if a big tree like that falls on a house, it wrecks the house and they can't live there any more."

Little Britches:  "It would be breaked?"

Me:  "Yes.  A big tree like that falling on a house would break it in pieces."

Little Britches:  "Oh."  Hmmmmm.  "If somethings breaked, we gotta fix it."

Me:  "Yes.  That's a good idea."

Little Britches.  "Yes.  We have to get some sticky tape to fix it back up."

Me:  "Yeah . . . maybe, so."


Bob said...

Wisdom beyond his years! He obviously has his grandmother's superior genes!

Pencil Writer said...

If you only knew how much he loves to "fix" things with "sticky tape". Yards and yards and yards of the stuff. (I learned early on to buy the really cheap stuff!)

Oh, and thanks for the flattering words. His Momma's a pretty smart lady, herself. Not to mention Grandpa, and well . . . good gene pool, I suppose from both sides. Or are there more than that . . . ???