We convinced our neighbor who works in cement to help us tear out the broken, wildly uneven cement in our park strip. (Actually we paid him. That works wonders.) He came with a mini tractor called a Bobcat and tore out massive chunks of cement at a time. Isaiah and Charlotte watched from the front window, mesmerized. "This is awesome!" Isaiah said, and he kept yelling questions outside to Fidel. "Why are you stopping the tractor? To pick up those pieces? How are you lifting those pieces up?" Charlotte was delighted that the Bobcat had a kitty logo and she kept shouting "Kitty!" and pointing at it. When he would periodically stop the tractor, we'd run outside to inspect the damage of broken plants and torn concrete. Now begins the work of grinding up the tree stumps, filling the park strip with compost and soil, and planting beautiful flowers. Ah, home ownership.