So, one time when I was young (very young - maybe 5 or 6), my dad told me to "Eat Dirt!!!" (His was of saying "No way!") I took him serious and went outside and ate a handful of dirt. I was such an obedient child.
Corbyn absolutely did NOT tell Rhian to eat dirt, but she ate plenty of it this weekend on our Lake Powell trip. It was pretty funny. I'd been making fun of Corbyn because when I went to his motocross race a couple weekends ago, everytime Rhian crawled near the dirt, Corbyn would freak out and be like, "Amy! She's getting in the dirt!!!" and so I was telling everyone we were going to have a prissy daughter and it wasn't going to be my fault. I could tell Corbyn was biting his tongue so hard it was going to scar while watching Rhian crawl around in the dirt and shove handfuls in her mouth... it finally got to be too much for him and he kept saying, "Amy, she is going to be sick. She's eaten way too much dirt." He finally just went and picked her up. It was pretty funny. See her dirt mustache?
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Don't worry Amy it helps build immunity. She will be really healthy now.
who knew Corbyn would be such a douting father. It's okay to be a little prissy. Not all girls can be as tough as nails like you;)
That is a classic story! I like the "generation tie-in". I have really embraced the "eat dirt" theory- as you know since you have seen my kids at the cabin- filthy, filthy. I'm just trying to incorporate the Guymon traditions into our family!
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