Child Labor Laws. Or Someone Left a Textbook Out in the Rain.

My 18-year-old son left his book bag in the bed of his father’s truck.

Somehow, miracles of miracles, it rained.

Heaven sent for my garden.

Hellish for his $80 textbook.

When daddy and I said he had to pay for this book, he devised a plan and he deviseth up it quick.

Offer young sister $5 to flatten the pages.

She thought this fine, sitting there pressing the wrinkled sheets while streaming Josh and Drake circa 1972 on her computer.

Then she came to her senses.

There are 752 pages to this book. I think she realized this about page 56.

I told her she need to renegotiate the terms of the contract. There was no meeting of the minds at time of conception.

Then her brother told her if they take it back — he’ll double the money.

Then I saw this.

MOLD.

Hmmm.

What do you think? Should she keep ironing away?