Backyard Memorial

The Boy Twerps were working hard in the backyard the other afternoon.They were all sweating up a storm moving the firewood left from the previous owners from a nice neat OCD stack over to the unorganized mishap ADHD of a pile you see below. I sat under a shade tree with my feet up, sipping a smoothie and wondering where in God's green earth Harold my butler had gone to. Oh how I missed Harold. Anyhoo...the Twerps were crawling all around moving rocks and wood from one place to the other and I, being the amazingly concerned parent that I am, would open a half-squint eye ever so often to check on their safety. And they were fine....I noticed there was a method to their madness though. They were building a monument..a memorial... How precious, what was this for? Was this a memorial of the dear sweet mother? I reminded them of the pain and agony and suffering and sacrifices I had endured to bring them forth into this world and how I built an environment for their greatness to spring forth. I moved in closer to see what this rock memorial was honoring...
I was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks by Middle Twerp. "Whoa Whoa Whoa momma. Be careful, be careful...Jeter's dog poop is in the middle and Baby Twerp already stepped in it twice."
Well, there you have it ladies and gents. I guess it was not for me after all. I weep.