Is dirt, dirty?

I'm not sure I can even remember what I did today. There were children involved and grownups at one point, then there was dirt. A lot of dirt. I distinctly remember the dirt because, Annie, dressed in her garden boots and pink flowing gown is outside and I tell her not to get dirty. She looks at the garden and then looks at me and asks, "is dirt, dirty?" I wish I had a picture to show you of her standing the middle of a pile of dirt with her long pink dress on, asking me about dirt. I tell her yes, that dirt is actually what gets us dirty, and so for 45 minutes after that we talk about the "why"s of dirt.

The best part is, she was so busy talking about the dirt that I managed to get all the seed potatoes in the ground.