Digging for Dinosaurs

Yesterday when I picked Drew up from school his teacher pulled me aside to tell me that Drew's mittens may be ruined.  He got to digging on the playground with a friend, in an area that they had been told not to dig.  It was some sort of tar pit.  In any case, his mittens are not going to make it.  I'm tossing them because, honestly, I don't have time to clean them properly.

When Mike and I asked Drew why he chose to dig in that area he said so innocently, "I was digging for dinosaurs, daddy."  Then daddy said, "Did you find any?"  Then sadly he replied, "Noooo."  He is so stinkin' cute I can't stand it.

I believe that he really thought that if he dug hard enough he would find some bones.  No such luck.  Maybe we have a budding archeologist on our hands??