Spending the evening watching movie with my sister and brother in law. All the kids are located throughout the house playing.
My oldest nephew runs in from the back room, "They're throwing mud piles in the bedroom window!"
We hurry out back to find the little boys in the middle of their dirt play area digging a hole. Gobs of mud are on the wall, on the sidewalk and all over the grass. Scolding is performed and dirt is picked up. The kids are all tight lipped about the reason behind these antics and my sis and I chalk it up to, "they're boys...nuff said."
The little boys and I are eating breakfast and they are busy talking about where they're gonna go.
Confused, because we had no plans for today, I ask, "What are you two talking about?"
Holy Terror hushes Super Wy and as the oldest speaks for them. "We are digging a hole to China."
"No!" Super Wy hollers. "I wanna dig a hole to the beach!"
I realize what they were doing the evening before. My next thought is whether I should give them a lesson about the realities of digging a hole to anywhere then realize how busy it'll keep them...what to do? What to do?
I'll admit it, I went with, "Okay, just keep the mud off the wall this time."
The two spend the remaining breakfast arguing with each other. Afterwards they hurry out back to get going on the hole.
Holy Terror has given up the effort and is playing in his room. Super Wy comes in from the backyard, dejected. "I'm never gonna get anywhere without Holy Terror's help."
He passes through to the back of the house. Thoughts of China and the beach go up in smoke.