my shovel.

So on Sunday I was lamenting about the fact that I thought my neighbor's house guest had stolen my snow shovel. He had borrowed it early in the afternoon and promptly disappeared for hours. I was saying, "I can't believe that guy took my snow shovel... now what am I going to do?"

William looks up at me and says, "OH. I'm SORRY dada... you can use MY SHOVEL you want."


One of the sweetest things he has ever said. And yeah, I repented for judging the shovel-borrow-er... If I see him again, I'll offer him my tunic too...