I yanked open the garage door, on my way to the back yard to collect a fistful of velvety sage. Clay was handing Tre a screwdriver and a box of outlet covers, saying, "Just remember. Don't stick anything IN the box." Tre nodded. I crossed my arms and blocked his entry to the house, glaring at Clay.
"Are you giving him a job that could kill him?" The two of them exchanged a look.
"No, not KILL him. Seriously injure him, maybe," was Clay's reassuring response. Tre tried to pinch his lips against a smile.
"Are you SURE this child is old enough for a job that could seriously injure him?" Tre rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh.
I put my hand on one of Tre's shoulders.
"Are you SURE?" I pressed.
"YES." Clay put his hand on the other shoulder.
"Sheesh, Mom," Tre said, brushing past me. He worked to keep the smile off his face, and very nearly succeeded. I watched him stride into the house, shoulders squared. I kissed Clay and went on my way to the back yard.