Hello Fellow Writer. This humorous piece lived up to its title. It was a delight to read and I admit I did chuckle. I remember well my son 'helping', or his interpretation of that word. You did overhear the neighbour complaining about her flowers and I agree, you took the next logical step. She no longer liked them then they must be removed. You were a thoughtful young man. As if you needed an excuse to absorb a bit of dirt. It is so very true that family stories become legends over time with the retelling. Sure, a few embellishments may colour the tale, but the essence remains impeachable. Ah, to be able to indicate my current age with just a showing of fingers. I laughed at you referring to the shouting of your full name as "nothing short of the sentence of death." Oh yes, Moms the world over mean business when the full name is unleashed from the arsenal. It does serve as a reminder of your given monikers should you suffer a memory lapse. I can picture this as a scene in a movie with your two friends also helping. This was probably when you determined that you did not wish to become a gardener/landscaper. I can imagine that dollar made a big impression.Thanks for the laughs.