Up with Trees
Rachel's Dad bought us some legendary trees, shummardi oaks. I planted them in the front with a little help from M. Being the good theologian that he is, he decided to become one with the dirt from which man came. As I was digging the holes, M exlored the wonders of dirt. I didn't realized that he had devoloped a keen interest in the taste of the earthy substance until I opened his mouth and found a disturbing image of what was the result of spittal and dirt (John 9 comes to mind). Ah, but we are a dirty people.