Assulted by piccolo wildebeasts

[treeskin]

So this morning, Courtney and I spent some quality time digging in the dirt and being assulted by piccolo wildebeasts talking to the kids in the Child Care playground about planting tulips.

Wildebeasts cling to fence while asking questions, and the number pestering gardeners changes as they notice other things on their side of the playground. Wildebeasts speak in that soprano tone peculiar to the very young.
Wildebeasts: "Whatcha doin'?"
Us: Planting flowers. returns to digging
Wildebeasts: "Why are you digging holes?"
Courtney: "To plant flowers." I will note now that Courtney is much more social and polite that I am, even when I'm trying. And I'm not trying for a bunch of rude 4-yr-olds.
Wildebeasts: "Those are big holes. How many holes are you making?"
Courtney: "We didn't count." returns to digging
Wildebeasts: "How can you dig so many holes?"
Me: "We're bigger then you are."
Wildebeasts: -----. Wildebeast wanders off, confused and slightly offended.

Sometimes, the devil takes me. That's my only excuse.