Cleaning Instead Of Playing

A father saw his son out in the backyard cleaning their homemade swing, a rubber tire hanging by a rope from a tree branch. The son was hosing it down, wiping it off, dusting out the inside. The puzzled father went outside and said, “Son, I thought you were playing on the golf course with your friends this afternoon?” "I was," replied the boy. "But the golf instructor said I needed to improve my swing."