Monday, May 7, 2012

Digging to China

Growing up in Norfolk, Virginia, I spent a lot of time at the beach. In my really younger days, a bucket, shovel and a friend or two would keep me busy for hours. We loved scooping up sand fiddlers and digging away. We never got to China, but that didn't stop us from continually trying.

Digging to's one of those sayings that I don't remember who I heard it from and didn't even understand what it meant for years, I just know I spent a lot of time trying to get there!

AJ loves to dig. A lot. He seriously could stay outside digging all day. There is a corner in his yard especially for him to dig in. He has a fleet of dump trucks and hand tools. With his third birthday approaching, we decided to add to the collection and get him a sand digger toy. Picturing him on the new toy, I wondered if he'd be thinking he was digging to China. It just seems like an innate understanding. In case it isn't, I painted a sign so he would know. I wonder how long it will be before he thinks about what digging to China really means. I don't think I'll be able to tell him that no matter how long and far he digs, he would end up in the Indian Ocean. Did you know that Argentina and Chile are opposite China? Don't tell the kids.