After they dried off, we helped daddy in the garden. Weeding, setting up our irrigation hoses. The boys played in the sandbox only moments until Auden launched a few handfuls of sand into big brother's face. So, he was relegated to the yard. Of course, he wandered into the garden to sit between one of the rows of plants. The next time I looked up to see what he was into, I saw he was eating clods of dirt just as happily as though they were chocolate cookies. Now I have to look up the likelihood of his contracting a tapeworm or something of that ilk.
