big story

Yesterday while I was making dinner, George got a big pile of dirt, placed it on the living room carpet, and proceeded to have the best time ever digging with his diggers.  I saw it, quickly grabbed my camera to take some super cute pictures, then cleaned it up and told him not to do it again.  After dinner I left to take Katie to piano lessons.  While I was gone, he did it again, but this time daddy was in charge.  Things didn't go well for George.  When I got back home he rushed over to me, sat on my lap, and told me the sad sad story as a little tear rolled down his cheek.  "Georgie diwt.  Daddy yeww (yell).  Georgie cy (cry)."  It's the first time he's told me a story about what happened while I was away.  Heart melted.