While putting up lights I came to one section of one string that was not lighting up. So I plopped myself down in the front lawn with the string and a handful of replacement bulbs.
Lucy was playing nearby and came over to help.
“How long is this going to take dad?” She asked.
“Well,” I responded, “I’m going to change each bulb all the way to the end to see which one is the problem.”
“This is the dumbest work ever,” she concluded.
I nodded.
Lucy and I are not cut out to be Christmas elves.
