Some ideas are better left never conceived, while others would have been better left unacted upon.
Such was the fate on Freddie one Saturday morning.
He’d long wanted to be like his father, even going so far as to pack a lunch in his school lunchbox, climb into his father’s pickup, and pretend he was going to work.
It was during one of these summer morning excursions where Freddie decided it was time to shift into gear. Literally. How hard could it be?
Ah, the fanciful ideas that come to young minds. Only 1001 chores to go before Freddie’s ungrounded.