As a parent I have long thought that the best toy is the box that the really expensive, long awaited toy (or refrigerator) came in.
I was wrong.
The best toy ever is the 12 cubic yards full of sand that just got delivered to improve drainage in the goat pen and is piled in one huge (to a four year old, anyway) mountain.
I may never get all of the sand out of their clothes, or hair, or noses or toeses.
But they don't care, so why should I?
LeeAnne and Tim
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We started remodeling our old house when Nathan was 4 and Daniel was a newborn. We had piles of dirt and the driveway eventually turned into a mudpit. Nathan was a happy boy, and his most used shoes were rubber boots we got at Walmart. And I was happy he was so occupied!
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