Wasted on a Girl

I had a drainage problem in my downward-sloped driveway fixed recently. Water wasn't draining where it should have, ran around the side of the house, and washed away the soil and plants. After the drain was repaired, I had some topsoil delivered so I could fill in what had washed away over a couple years (and add some topsoil in a few other places too).


This is the dirt that's been sitting in our yard. Since last Friday. And it never even occurred to Clare to play in it!

If Clare weren't such a girl, I'd probably have to scrape the dirt from her body after playing in this construction truck dreamland. And I'd find trucks still in the dirt when I finally wanted to use it. I almost ran across the street to ring the neighbors' doorbell and ask if their boys could grab some trucks and come out to play.

I think I did entertain the neighbors though. They must have enjoyed watching me try to move that much dirt with this wheelbarrow.


I'm not even sure how we got this Fisher Price model—Clare has never used it. I guess I should be glad though to have a kid who doesn't mess with my dirt and whose fingernails I don't have to scrub dirt out of—I just have to do that to my own.

As for the wheelbarrow, using that one lasted about two minutes before I realized I needed a real one.