I heard this story from my neighbor and I have been dying to share it with you.
Thats funny. You'll see why in a bit.
My neighbor *Shaniqua (*name may have been changed to save her from embarrassment protect the innocent ) has a son named *King Henry who is three. She was out walking the other afternoon and stopped by the new neighbors house… as they has just moved in a few weeks before.
She stood in the driveway and spoke to the husband while King Henry grabbed a small shovel and dug a hole in the snow piled on the neighbors lawn.
They chatted a bit a she learns that the new neighbor has two kids, a beautiful little girl and a new baby. They chat a bit more then Shaniqua remembered she has to go. She asks King Henry to put away his shovel.
He does. He then walks over to his hole and explains, "See what I did?"
To which Shaniqua and the new neighbor both exclaim, "Oh yes! Great job!"
"That is a wonderful rectangle hole you dug!"
"You are a super strong boy!"
King Henry stands there beaming and then suddenly blurts out,
"I dug a grave for your daughter!"
"Uh, I gotta get King Henry home, sorry about that whole grave for your daughter thing… bye!"
Oh. My. Word.
What would you do?