Playing with Lincoln in the front yard,  I saw a mole burrowing in my garden.  This critter (and his friends) had dug holes in my yard all Fall.   I was able to scoop him out and terminate his very destructive life.   Did I feel like a murderer?   A little bit, but it was my yard!  After the execution, I looked at a perplexed 6 year old, and informed him that the mole was asleep.  Beth didn’t hear my cover, so she bluntly told Lincoln that “Daddy killed the mole.”   When I admitted to Lincoln I had actually killed the mole, he boldly told me, “Dad, you lied and broke one of the Ten Commandments.”  It was a rough day 0ff – 🙂