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I remember a book titled that from my childhood… well, whoever wrote it probably had a little boy. And a neighbor boy. And a little girl who wanted to do whatever the other two did. Getting to the story – in our neighbors’ front yard is a huge light pole. The other day Zach and Henry discovered that there was a good-sized hole next to the pole (looks like it was made by an animal of sorts) and decided they would dig the hole bigger and knock the pole down. (Boys!) I have had a hard time convincing Zach that the neighbors don’t really want a big hole in their lawn; (why NOT, Mom???) he didn’t buy the reasoning that their dad might fall in when he’s mowing the lawn, and was only deterred momentarily when I told him the police might be mad about the light pole crashing down (all right, not the police, but probably at least the city…) To appease them we have been letting them fill it up with weeds and then dig the weeds out, and although that works for Emma, the boys still try every time we go out front to dig that hole bigger… dirty knees, filthy fingernails, mud-covered shoes (from sticking them down into the hole)… what did I expect? A hole is to dig. (Sorry about that, Godfreys!)