Busted ...

The school nurse called and asked about DS1. "Just be sure we have not lost him, somehow."

"Uh ..." I can't lie to save my life. (Why would I want to?) "He's driving tractor for his dad."

"Oh."

That ended the call.

So DS1 took wagon loads of corn to the feed mill to put in grain bank for us, and to the elevator to sell for cash. At one of the two he said another farmer had a load so wet that juice was coming out the bottom of the gravity wagon. It tested 40 percent moisture. Ideal is about 15 percent.

The next day we wrote a note to his teacher (who grew up on a farm) DH was adamant that this was a one-time only deal. (Until spring, I am thinking) I was afraid DS1 would have to miss recess, stay in and write sentences or something like that.

When he got home we asked what happened. "Teacher said he would have done the same thing," DS1 said with a laugh.