Since we bought this house, the twins have spent enormous amounts of time in the yard. They've started...getting wilder. My mom says "they're going native." Trevor says they are turning into Lord of the Flies. Reminds me of Where the Wild Things Are, as Max's room transforms into "the world all around him," his wicked grin getting wider and wider. Sticks, dirt, bugs, irrigation, sunshine, grass, shovels, buckets...

This evening they were romping in the northeast section of the backyard, the part with the patch of plain ole dirt near the irrigation ditch. They were grabbing fistfuls of dirt and releasing them onto each others' heads, gleeful giggles all around. Oh, and they were stark naked. And I thought, its happened. The yard has claimed them for its own. I didn't take a picture.

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