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Fred-"Fred! What the heck are you doing?!" his mother yelled. Fred was a young boy of 6 who had a deep curiosity and fascination with digging. His mother, now standing in the back yard, tried getting her son interested with other things such as cowboys and policemen, but Fred always went back to digging.
"Fred, stop that right now!"
The little boy ignored his mother's words and continued to dig up the flower bed. He hummed a tune and seemed oblivious to all around him. Plunging the small plastic shovel into the earth and scooping out a big chunk, dumping it off to the side.
Fred's mother walked over to him and snatched the shovel from his dirty little hand.
"I've told you don't do that. If you want to dig, dig in the sandbox."
Seconds passed. His mother waited for a reply.
Fred just sat there, looking up into her eyes, into her eyes with an expression of utter innocence only children possess.
"Well, it's just about dinner time anyway. Go on inside and wash up." gently patting Fred on the back his mother walked back inside the house. She had let him off the hook again. Fred smiled.