Saturday my sister held a yard sale. Apparently everyone in the family wanted in on the action because without planning it a fair-sized group of us gathered, bought Starbucks and sat around gabbing while people went through our stuff.
My Dad and my Uncle, who used to be a school Principal, sat out on the lawn, man-talking and I set Baby Bear on the grass to join them.
Dad: "He's pulling weeds."
Uncle Principal: "He's just eating the grass. Shouldn't hurt him."
Mom: "No, he's eating dirt. I can't believe you're letting him eat dirt. That is so gross."
Dad: "They tell me when I was a baby I ate so much dirt my diapers were muddy."
Uncle Principal: "He is doing a pretty good job of weeding the flower bed."
Dad: "I used to eat dirt out of these front flowerbeds we had on the farm.... I bet the cats pooped in them."
Mom, Me, Sis: "Ewwwww!"
Dad, (laughing): "I'm surprised I didn't get sick."
Mom: "Look, now he's got a dirt-beard."
Me (rescuing the baby and wiping his face): "You never had boys, did you?"