Thanks to gophers, we have huge dirt piles all around our yard.
Crappy Boy and Crappy Baby love the dirt piles.
(Well actually, they love digging in the dirt piles. I’m not sure whether or not they love the dirt piles alone. Dirt piles just kind of sit there. You have to add stuff. Like digging. Or water to make mud. Or plant stuff in it. Or bury stuff in it. Or make pretend food out of it. Or pick up the dirt and throw it in your brother’s face. Lots of options.)
So they are digging in the dirt.
I ask them what they are doing (mostly to predict whether dirt in the face is imminent) and Crappy Boy says:
I ask what treasure they are hoping to find and Crappy Boy answers:
Sounds reasonable. That could actually happen. (Note to self: seed dirt piles with dimes and quarters. No, pennies are better. Cheaper. I think dimes and quarters went up in price.)
And he excitedly continues:
Then Crappy Baby shares what he is hoping to find:
They laughed and laughed and continued to list crazy and unlikely items they might find.
For almost two hours.
And nobody threw dirt.
The treasure I was hoping to find?
Another note to self: make these chocolate chip cookies again soon. Maybe don’t bury them in the dirt though.