Trouble

The dirt - I can explain. Actually, I cannot. I was searching all afternoon for the keys that I last saw in Sam's hands. I checked everywhere, in every corner he likes to play, in Lina's bed, under the couch, in the shoe box, in the garden, etc. Guess where I found them after hours of searching - in the paper recycle bin. Don't ask! And while I was not looking, he decided to get on dirty and had a little taste of it too.