<a class="postlink" href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2012/07/02/120702crbo_books_kolbert?currentPage=all" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/b ... ntPage=all</a> This got me thinking. Focus: Chores. What did you have to do? What did you hate? Alt-focus: What do you wish you could make your kids do? What chores will your progeny have to do? For me, I had to cut grass on a tractor that took four hours to do the whole yard and I hate grass to this day. Why the fuck does everyone I know have a lawn that needs constant care? I also had to take out trash, maintain 3 rooms of the house, and wash dishes. I feel like I got off pretty light, but I did a lot of odd jobs like cutting & stacking firewood, spreading mulch (again, why?), cleaning out fireplaces and garages and moving furniture that was sporadic. My favorite thing to do was "help cook" which mean sneaking slices of whatever looked interesting while my mom actually prepared food. I really want my kids to work when I'm working, so they appreciate the time and effort put into things like clean clothes, hot food, and a non-decaying home. Also, fuck the kids who make it to college without knowing how to do laundry, cook a meal, clean the house or do basic home maintenance. Doing chores when my parents did chores taught me how to do a lot of shit that I otherwise wouldn't have learned.