There’s this section of our backyard where the previous owners once had a large vegetable garden. JB would like to build a shop there someday, but for now it’s pretty much just a barren stretch of dirt and unwatered grass. For the last few days, Riley’s been talking about digging a “well” out there, and I’ve waved my hand in the universal Mom-language of Sure, okay, dig whatever you want, just don’t pester me right now. I’ve seen him working away with a narrow shovel, and I figured there would eventually be a small hole or two to deal with at some point. How much digging can an almost-eight-year-old really do, after all?
As it turns out: