Maybe if Dad is not looking, I can write my name in the fresh concrete. Wait, it's not all poured yet. Dad has to pour some more along the side. Then, when he's done, I'll write my name . . . er, initials, in the concrete.
Actually, when all was said and done, we wrote all of our initials in the wet crete. Becca was a big help.
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