Sawdust to you is....

The other day I stopped by the NeskeMoen house, the site of our last Amish club event. Jeff and his three boys were out back moving big chunks of newly sawed up tree from the back yard to the alley. Lars, almost 3, had a bunch of sawdust on his head. I asked him what was in his hair. He carefully felt the top of his head (not dislodging any sawdust by the way), thought for quite a while, and then said, "Well Gret, those are tree crumbs." I liked that. Tree crumbs.