"Mama, I'm going to meet Ryan on the far side of the shed, by Rachel's house. We're going to DIG!"
"Wait! You're going to what? Dig?"
"Daddy said we could dig a hole the size of a hockey net!"
"Do we have bodies to hide? I shouldn't think you'd want to bury the hockey net." I get only a puzzled look in response. I try again, "Why are you digging?"
"Because it's fun." Of course.
Later, I find Chris. "You told the kids they could dig a hole the size of a hockey net?"
"Oh, did they work on it today?" He looks pleased. I nod and wait. "We've been talking about a compost, right? And we'll need a hole to start it in?" Comprehension dawns and I marvel at my husband's brilliant plan.