The brick layer had visitation rights with his son on this
day. The call of work beckoned, so the man brought the boy to
the construction site with him.
The boy, who was about ten years old, watched as his father
carefully laid brick upon brick.
"Dad, don't you ever get tired of laying bricks?" he asked,
obviously bored by the monotony of the task he observed.
"I do get tired," his father replied. "But it has got to
get done, and I need to work. You know how important it is to
work, right son?"
"Yeah," the boy responded meekly.
"And look," the father continued, "see how nice this wall
looks? This will be a good-looking, strong, sturdy wall. It
will last a long time."
Somehow, the boy was not impressed. His mind wandered, and
he began to think about returning to his mother.
"Can we go now?" the boy asked. It wasn't even lunchtime
yet.
"No, I have to build another wall," said the father.
And so he did.