Don't ask any questions!

The kid comes dashing into the kitchen.

"Where's Mom?" she asks.

"I'm right here," she answers, coming into the kitchen.

"Mom! I need a shovel! You do, too! Come on!" The kid turned around and went dashing back outside.

I am afraid my child has joined the neighborhood chapter of the cosa nostra and has just been "made." Or that she's started a rock collection. Either way, I'm a little worried.

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[MsRebecca]

So what did she need the shovel for?

[G.]

Turns out she was operating under the influence of a geology issue of a magazine she gets. She unearthed a particularly noble hunk of granite in the turned over earth where we had a stump ground out. So much for free drinks at the Copa.