I’m sitting on the back deck this afternoon reading a book in the sun. I looked up on one of the posts the supports the overhang and saw that Garbanzo had hung a hook.
He bought this hook a year or two ago while on a field trip. It has floated around the house for a while in search of a home.
It seemed like an odd place to hang it. So, I asked him:
“Why did you hang it there?”
“To hang things on.”
“Did you have a specific purpose for putting it there?”
“Yeah, to hang things on. That’s what hooks do.”
Guess I deserved that.