Zachary celebrated his tenth birthday yesterday and he couldn’t be happier to be ten years old (quite apart from the iPod that he has been so excited to procure).
I had chuckle this morning as Zachary and I were making our way downstairs for breakfast. Simon is away in Seattle on a business trip at the moment so the boys are aware of helping me a little more than usual. Zachary, of all the three boys, is my hardest worker. He loves to be given jobs and has a work ethic that, frankly, blows my mind. This past winter, he spent a great deal of time on The Weather Network website anticipating snowstorms. And there was not a snowfall that went by that he did not earn at least $50.00 shovelling. I know the freckles and the rosy cheeks are hard to resist but he also does a very good job.
As Zachary and I were heading downstairs this morning, I asked him if he would carry a few things down for me because I had to haul the overflowing laundry basket down the stairs. He looked at me with this adorable face and told me that I could carry my own stuff because he would carry the laundry basket for me. I thanked him and said that it was very full and very heavy. Over his shoulder I got a good dose of eye-rolling and a disarming tone; ‘mom, I’m ten years old, I can handle it.’