The telephone rang and I picked up the receiver. A sweet little voice asked if Grandpa was home from work yet. I said that yes, Grandpa had just got home. The little voice said "I wanted to come up and help Grandpa in the garden." The voice belonged to my eight year old grandson, Benji. My son's farm is just a half mile down the road from our farm. I asked if he want Uncle Andy to come down and get him so he could help Grandpa. Andy ( my son-in-law) hopped on the four wheeler and went right down and picked Benji up.