This week, I happened upon G in the yard...creating a gigantic hole. And I mean gigantic. He's been working on it for HOURS every day. Boys sometimes just NEED to dig. Something in the genes. But this time I just had to ask, "G why are you digging such a big hole?"
"Because, Mom, I'm digging a tunnel to China. I figure someday M is going to get lonely and want to visit her first home. Especially if she's hungry and wants some yummy noodles. Or if she wants to see her first friends."
How precious is that?! Suddenly the hole that looked an awful lot like a grave plot transcended into something beautiful.
That is until our 8th grader said, "G you know if you keep going you'll eventually hit molten rock and burn up."
Thank you, big brother. And thank you earth science class.
Fortunately (?), our 2nd grader is not so easily deterred.
"Well...I'll just make a turn when I get that far. I'm sure M won't mind."
And these, dear friends, are the discussions our dinner times are made of.
