From the amount of whining and complaining eminating from our backyard this morning, you would think our kids were the most maltreated in the whole world. What did we ask them to do? Simply weed the back yard along with us for an hour and a half. It certainly seemed like longer than that while listening to their complaints. They seemed to think that the more they complained, the sooner we would stop. What they don't realize is that all the compaining makes us realize we need to give them more work so they are used to it. The front flower bed needs weeding, after all.