I wish I had a picture of what Maura looked like after playing for an hour with Malcolm in the dirt pile on our patio out back. Before coming into the house I began to brush her off when I noticed a cloud of dust coming from her head. I thought, hmmm, that’s strange. So I took a breath and blew down on her head and sure enough, a billowing cloud of dirt dust filled the air around my daughters head like the rings of Saturn. It took me a few huffs and puffs before I would let her enter the house.
She claims that Malcolm put the dirt in her hair. Malcolm, for his part, didn’t deny it. I had to run the bath twice just to clear the water of debris and get her hair free of grit. I guess I had better watch a little more closely next time.