Pants around his ankles, little white butt like a backyard beacon, my son Sam pees on the splendid 6-foot fence we’re building. Bold, but fair – he’s a solid helper. Works for ice cream sandwiches, holds the level, passes me galvanized nails, and takes good care not to knock over my third beer. Is it okay to have that many beers before noon, if you’re toiling by 8 a.m.? Do I have to care on a Saturday? “Hey Sammer, shove a bum buddy, I’ll help you put this fire out.”
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