So we’re at the beach. Liam has a shovel and begins to dig.
Husband: are you making a sandcastle?
Liam: Nope. Digging a hole.
Husband: Just digging a hole? No castle?
Liam: Nope. Just a hole.
Husband: What about a tunnel?
Husband: Who just digs a hole?
Liam: Me. I just want to dig a hole.
Husband: But why?
Liam: Because. It’s going to be a really deep hole.
And there it is. The difference between men and boys isn’t necessarily the price of their toys. It’s why you dig.
My nephews dug a really deep hole so they could climb into it. There is logic there – there is!
yes! there was climbing in, and examinations of how long it took water to seep in, but mostly? Digging.
There is something satisfying about just digging. I used to love digging deep, filling it with water, and then watching as the water slowly seeped out from unseen pinholes. I wish I still loved digging in the sand.
Right! Now I hate the feel of sand under my (unmanicured) fingernails, and I get little cuts from the shells, and it’s all just too messy. I will, however, if pressed, still dig tunnels, because I love that moment when you meet the other person’s fingers down deep in the sand.
Smart. Do what you want JUST BECAUSE.