Happy Place

Carolyn's happy place is outside on the back patio.

Mostly because she has free access to dirt, dirt, and more dirt.

Or, more accurately, the ash pile under the grill.

I thought girls played with dolls and stuff.

Not Carolyn.

Or, if she did play with a doll, it would only be to put dirt down the doll's dress.

Whenever either Husband or I look out the door to check up on her, she drops whatever she's got in her hand and says, "BYE BYE!", while trying to push us back inside.

Then she continues to shovel dirt into her mouth.

Apparently she doesn't appreciate the way we cramp her style.