For years, my son has loved to dig. He'll pass hours away with a shovel and some bare dirt. And forget the kid-sized tools, he likes man-sized.One of the kitchen windows looks to the side of the house and I'll see him there laboring away. I think it's great he's outside and amusing himself. But last month, I actually strolled over to the side of the house and fully experienced the construction zone. Wow. You may not be able to tell from this photo, but we've actually lost Jane to the pit. It's so deep, she needs assistance to achieve freedom once she's tumbled in. Not long after this picture was taken, we had to halt excavation because he hit pipe. City pipe. Uh, yeah.
He's now busy filling the pit so he can shift locations. I was tempted to ban pit-digging altogether. It's messy, unsightly, and has it's potential hazards. But a boy who happily passes time digging dirt? Should I really be complaining?
For now, I think I'll just caution the guests and worry about landscaping a few years down the road.
