Like Dirt? Will Play.

Owen and I toured an urban farm in Phoenix today. While there Owen made a new friend named Jack. (In all cuteness, Jack asked me if Owen could be his new friend.) They hit it off instantly when they realized they both like to run, explore where they shouldn't, and play in dirt.


Talking boy talk under the shade of a tree. Cars... bugs... dirt...man stuff...


Nothing is more hilarious to a toddler then pretending to fall over. Not sure the tour guide for the farm appreciated talking over boys giggling madly but I know I much prefer to listen to children laugh over a lecture about pruning trees.