My Favorite Little Guardian

When my grandson was just a little guy, he was completely enamored with swords. He would turn anything into a blade of steel that was longer than twelve inches. PVC pipe. Sticks. Rulers. Anything. And his favorite sheathe was his underwear. One day I was working on the computer and he came in with two dowels - one in each hand. He immediately put on his most intense face and took a fighting stance. I could tell where this was going so I bit and asked him what he was doing. "I am a 'gardener'".  "And just what does a gardener do?" "We protect people." Sure wish I could have gotten my little 'gardener' to pull  some weeds, but I was just happy to have him GUARDING me. And to get a good chuckle in at the same time.