One of the many pleasures of living in a northern climate is the annual leaf pickup required to keep grass from suffocating and landscape rocks from turning a deep brown. This year, however, I had the assistance of baby which made the task entertaining. Between fits of giggling and attempts to eat the leaves, she commented on how unnecessary this task is south of Georgia, and that we might consider moving to that area if we truly loved her. I made sure she understood the reason we don't live there is because Lisa loves her parents more than her, and if I had my druthers we'd be living in sunny Florida selling beach rental equipment by the ocean. Satisfied, she let out a celebratory fart.