You know those scenes in movies where a bag of money busts open and dollar bills go everywhere - then all the people scramble around grabbing as many as they can in their tight little fists?
That was Ryker last night. Only it wasn't money, it was clumps of dirt and dead grass and dead leaves. He sat on the ground for half an hour spinning in circles on his butt and grabbing everything in reach. At first he kept trying to put it in his mouth (he actually succeeded once, as I later realized when I pulled a small leaf off his gums). Then he decided it was just as fun to grab a fistful and thrust it towards me as proof of his dirt-holding abilities, with a huge grin on his face. He was so happy.
I often wonder if the neighbors can hear what I say to the kids in the backyard, and if so, what they must think. Last night it was "Yes, nice dirt...Yes, I like the dirt too...No, no - Icky...Bleh...Oh thank you for that leaf. That's nice." And then to Jack "Oh the nice monsters live there? Cool. Hi nice monsters!...No, no - we don't ride our bike on the slide...Why are you taking the broom up there?"
We have fun, anyway.
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