This story begins with an explanation of why I currently have a large pile of dirt on my driveway. The blurry picture below shows the pile after about half of it has been used up.
Part two of the story involves visits this past weekend by my children and, of course, grandchildren. Though I had not seen him since his first birthday, Anders took a real shine to me this weekend, which was just fine with me.
With the nice weather we had during the weekend, it was important to spend time outside. Of course, the dirt pile was an attraction for young minds. Grandma may have had something to do with teaching Anders the fine points of dirt clod selection and pitching. Also, digging and pile climbing.
There may also be some genetic links for "dirt pile play techniques", as here is Anders' father, circa 1975, in a dirt pile. This was after his mastering advanced techniques in building dirt pile hideouts and dirt pile face decorating. (I can't explain the crossed eyes, unless this is one of those "oh no, not the camera again" moments.)
4 comments:
I love that Anders and Will have the same type shirts on. High fashion really comes around again!
I love that Will looks like a cross-eyed hobo climbing out of his shantytown shack.
Agreed, Carrie! And I love that Will continues the "cross-eyed shantytown look" to this day...
I love Josey's Hawkeye T-shirt!
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