Robbo has a clever idea about how to get his garden in shape.

When I was a young girl, I whined volubly about the amount of chores I had to do. They usually revolved around "inside chores," because that's what the girls did in our household. The boys got the manly, outside chores. This, of course, ultimately meant that I---and my three sisters---was forced to clean their bathroom. I didn't think this was very fair and, of course, I whined about it. This cut very little ice with my mother. Her reply to my complaints was always, "Why do you think I had eight kids? Slave labor!"

If she'd been of a different generation, she would have followed it up with a "Duh."

I suspect the Cake Eater Mother would support Robbo's plan.

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