My daughters began digging the hole on the first weekend of October.
The large window over our kitchen sink is my window on the world — or the world of our backyard, at least. It was from this vantage point that I spotted three of my daughters hard at work with shovels on a Friday afternoon, clustered around a growing pile of dirt right in the middle of the yard.
“What are you doing?” I called out the back door.
“We’re digging a hole!” they shouted back.
“Couldn’t you have picked a less central place to dig it?” I asked.
“Daddy said it was okay!”
And that was that.
The hole was my 9-year-old...