Once upon a time...

There was a softball game, and a very, very bored little boy.

(That my mom, ladies and gentlemen, in pink, playing her 27th year of softball! - Yep, she's a hoss!)

He tried to focus...he really did.  But softball just wasn't his game.

But just then, when he thought he might slip into a softball coma - he heard a voice. (or at least he would have if his brother could actually talk.)

"Pssst.  Micaiah.  Come check this out.  I don't know what it is, but it feels glorious between my toes."

"Zayin, my friend, forget toes, this is going everywhere!" (and as his mother, I can attest to the fact, that it was indeed everywhere! *wink*)   

"This is the life!  Why didn't I know about this until now?!"  

"I gotta tell Lash about this 'dirt'.  He is gonna LOVE it!"

"Can I, Mom, pleaaase?"

"We promise, Mrs. Kueffer, we'll take gooooood care of your son."

"Auntie Claire, It's not fair, everyone else is doing it."

"I promise you, Lash, if my brothers are doing it, you don't want any part of it.  Ooh - is that dirt over there?  Gimme some!"

And so ends the story of the bOring softball game, and the boys who didn't end up watching too much of it.  Sorry, Mom, I'm afraid they just might take after me.