sand, cars and a pet rock

Yeah, so... we have a sandbox. It's in the backyard.  It's big.  It's only a year old.  We rigged this crazy tarp system for it to keep the stray creatures of the neighborhood out.  It was a pain.  It didn't get used.  Do you see where this is going?  The sandbox is not to be played in anymore.

So what is a kid to do when Mama sends em outside with a batch of cars that are now "outside cars"? 

They all gathered around a small little dirt patch in the front yard.  And there they played, happily even, for minutes on end. :)  (I'd say hours but that would be a gross exaggeration.  They did have a good time though.)

And the sandbox wasn't for nothing.  The sand was some of the rockiest sand I have ever seen.  It birthed Hannah's pet rock, Rocky.