boy touches dirt. boy survives.

This is monumental. William has always been what we euphemistically call our “fastidious” child, another way of saying that, until today, he has refused to touch the dirt. It’s been inconvenient, to say the least. Last summer his chores included pulling weeds for half an hour a day, and it was indeed a marvel to observe him removing a weed from the ground without soiling his fingers (total weeds removed last summer: seven). To watch him mix dirt and water into a muddy slurry this morning was actually an emotional experience for me. And to realize that he was performing the entire operation without wearing socks (which, until two days ago, would have been unthinkable) . . . well, let’s just say it’s been a perfect day.

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