Digging a Cellar

Tonight while I was making dinner, I let the boys play out back together.  They were quiet and I couldn't see them so I called out the window, "Boys?"

"Yeah?" Isaac answered.

"What are you doing?"

"Digging a cellar," Isaac responded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hm. I better go see what that means.  I walked down the stairs of the deck to find a two foot by two foot patch of grass ripped up and clumps of my lawn scattered all around the backyard. 

I gasped loudly.

"What?" said Isaac.

Seriously.  He was surprised that I was angry. 

And the night just got better from there.