An Open Letter to Mitch Garver of the Minnesota Twins

Dear Mr. Garver,

My 7-year-old son Silas gets a penny per weed he picks in his mom’s garden. 

One morning last week, before the fog had even lifted, I saw him from our kitchen window on his hands and knees, working with the focus of a labrador digging up a bone. What could possibly be motivating him? What inspired the swift pulling of exactly 400 weeds, I’d come to learn, on an early Wednesday morning?