Just Add Dirt

“I’m digging hole for the mouse” he explained, as we were waiting for Faith to come pick us up on Saturday. We’d seen a little mouse scurrying around a rock so he must have felt it needed a shallow hole in the middle of the parking lot.

Speaking of dirt, this morning we talked about day dreaming. He was supposed to be eating breakfast but kept staring off into the distance. I asked, “Are you day dreaming?” To which he said, “huh?” After I explained it to him that maybe he’s at the table but his mind is sitting there thinking, dirt, dirt, dirt… rocks, rocks instead of about the food. He thought that was pretty good and started accompanying his day dreaming with a monologue of what he was dreaming about.