"Dad? What is something I could do for you today?" I asked my father over the phone a moment ago.
I've been trying to do little things to help my parents out. They do so much for me.
"Trim the back hedge in the backyard and I would forever be indebted to you," Dad said over the bustling din of his drug store.
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. Not the dreaded back hedge. Of all things I could have done, that would be the one dad picked.
"Okay," I said none too enthusiastically.
"Love you son," Dad said as he hung up the phone the valiant victor.
Well, I better go get to trimming. It is a two hour job on spindly step ladders. I will be sore for a week. :-)