Upon leaving my Art Festival Sunday evening, I stopped by the home of two of my diminutive actors (Little Actor, Tiny Actor). Visiting these two was a third one, Small Actor.
(I had with me a man these little guys all call "Poppy")
Now, Reader Dear, it was not yet Labor Day; it was only the evening prior to it. However, Poppy and I found these little ones hard at work!
They were busy pounding rock!
They were laboring away!
Though, here's the thing, Reader Dear:
Their labor appeared to be fun!
Also, it was totally without pay!
Ergo, I suppose you could say that their work was mere play!
Which brings up a question:
Where is the line between work and play?
Would they still have fun if they had to do it every day?
Later on, as darkness set in, First Son-in-Law treated everyone to a back yard fire, and there were roasted marshmallows for all. The actors were quite happy to quit their playful labor (laborious play) and enjoy this pre-Labor Day treat!
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