Since we live on a farm, Sydney is exposed to probably more adventures than your average three year old, just by being at home. Last year she acquired a toy chainsaw and she can frequently be seen working along side Daddy or Mommy, cutting up sticks, grass, snow banks or whatever else gets in the way. Ever since Daddy had an accident, she's also realized the thing can be dangerous; consequently whenever she gets any kind of cut or scratch and a random stranger makes the mistake of asking her how she got it, she will bravely tell them she did it with a chainsaw.
Despite this statement we have not yet been visited by child welfare officers.
At any rate our pint sized farmer is coming along fine. While playing in the sandbox at her preschool the other day, she announced to the boys bunched along the sides that she was digging a trench.
"A trench??" the boys asked, increduously. They'd never dug anything but holes. "What's a trench?"
"A trench," Sydney explained, "Can be a big hole or a small hole. I'm digging a big hole."
I think the boys have some catching up to do, if they want to dig trenches with Sydney.
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