Our yard is practically devoid of grass. Basically we have leaves and mud so today I spread a bale of hay to cover the mud.
Amy, 6 years old arriving home from school: "I was playing in the hay!"
Dad: "Explain ‘playing in the hay.’"
Amy, doing jumping jacks: "I made a hay angel!"
Dad, with great hesitation: "Turn around…"
Update: Evan, 3 years old, came home later, plopped down in the hay, and, of his own accord, started throwing it all over himself.
