We think that's an olive branch -- or some token of apology for dirtying himself so much. But we couldn't resist letting our little man play in the dirt at Auntie Peg's and Uncle Thomas' house. (They've just had a tree removed, and before the grass seed goes down, it was just too tempting not to let Owen play in such a pit of pleasure.) Of course, bath time was extended this evening. Perhaps landscape architecture is in Owen's future ... but in the near future, we'll venture to say he will enjoy the sandy beach in New Hampshire this summer!