Okay, to set the stage...my parents live in the country, my boys love dirt, Nini ordered a load of dirt for the boys to play in, Nini gets laughed at by the delivery company for above reason, dirt gets dumped in their backyard, my boys are over the very next morning and DO NOT leave from the dirt for about 4 hours.
Oh, how you gotta love boys! Dirt in the eyes, grinding in your teeth, in ears, in diapers, up noses, in underwear, between toes. Dirt in Oklahoma means red. Red dirt. Sooo much more fun to get out of your skin than just plain ole' normal dirt. Will's legs are still dyed. Bath time tonight should be fun and require me to finally get in there and clean out the tub.
Will loved the dirt to no end. Owen was nervous and not sure about it at first. He liked to stay at the bottom of the pile and not venture to the top. He did eventually make it up there but never on his own and never did he want to stay. Will, on the other hand, rolled off the top, jumped off the top, somersaulted off the top. I think you are getting the picture. He thought he was King of the World. See what I mean!
Thank you Nini for enduring getting laughed at. Thank you Pappy for allowing a huge pile of dirt to be delivered smack dab in the middle of the backyard. The boys couldn't love it more!
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