“Cee-sha’s having a sleepover, Evie!”
The little boy enthusiastically runs out the front door and down the front steps while telling his companion what the day holds.
Once to the dirt, they begin talking amongst themselves and in no time at all it’s time to go to “bed”.
The back-hoes and tractors are lined up, and are sound asleep. The boy lays at the end of the line with his sister.
He rubs dirt on his jacket and jeans.
"What is he doing?" says the mother watching from the kitchen.
"Oh," she says with a smile, "that's his blanket."
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