dirt & mulch

I got home tonight and I could hear the shower running.  I went upstairs and was surprised to see that John was in the shower (I had assumed that it was Gillian).  I asked Daddy what happened.  He said "Go look at John's clothes."  John's pants were disgusting.  They were covered in dirt.  I again asked Daddy what happened.  He said "We have a boy!"  John explained to us what happened at dinner tonight,  "I was digging in the dirt.  We were looking for rocks.  We wanted to build a tower.  And we were going to make the tower out of rocks and then cover it in sand."

When I saw Gillian tonight, she pulled a piece of mulch out of her pocket.  She grinned and handed it to me.  "I got this for you!"  Then she realized that Daddy was standing next to me, she said "For you and Daddy."  Daddy told me that when he picked Gillian up from school today she ran over to him and said "I found a rock for you and Mommy."  Daddy looked at the item in her open hand and said "It's not a rock, it's mulch."  Gillian paused, thought it over and said "I keep it!"

I love my little boy and my mulch hoarder.
  

The hoarder

Daddy picked up the kids from school yesterday. He found them outside playing on the playground. Gillian came running up to him and said "I have sticks in my pocket!" Then she proceeded to pull a few sticks out of her pocket. She said "I throw them away." And she put them in the garbage can. This morning I went to pack her book bag and was surprised to find a little stockpile of sticks and mulch. It looks like she has been taking pieces of mulch from the playground and hiding them in her book bag. John tried to take one of the sticks out her her bag and she yelled at him "My mulch!"