Diggers

I came home this morning to find the girls and their mémère all squatted down behind the hedges. Keira was pulling weeds (yes, weeding is fun when you're 3), and Kaley was using a plastic shovel to diligently fill a plastic pail with dirt. I surveyed the resulting hole in the yard, sighed, and said, "Daddy's not going to be happy that you're digging in the yard again. He's told you before not to do that."

Keira turned to me, smiled, and said, "But, mommy, that's what we do. We're diggers."