Care for a young family

Walking the dog the other night, I found myself in an area where new homes are under construction. Next to one house was an enormous mountain of topsoil, apparently waiting to be spread around the neighborhood for new lawns.

But the under-six group in the neighborhood weren't waiting. They had discovered Dirt Mountain. And they were filing up and down, tumbling, sliding, rolling, and marching in the sheer joy of dirt. It was after dinner, just before their bedtime. I thought with sympathy of young parents greeting their offspring at the door and suddenly discerning the particular nature of this latest adventure in a long day.

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