Today, we spent a cloudless, azure-blue sky, sunny Easter day frolicking on Stanford's campus. Dash was up to his usual antics, running and jumping, climbing and swinging. He decided to make a game out of jumping over small bike racks (I know, I know, I should just make the kid wear a helmet all of the time), until he hit a surprise: loose dirt. He jumped over a little bike tire stop when his even littler feet went out from under him, landing him squarely on his rear end.
His response? Not tears -- anger. As he got up and brushed himself off, he looked up at his father and earnestly asked:
"WHO PUT THIS STUPID DIRT HERE?"
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