The Perfect Present

So its finally here, Henry's 7th birthday party sleepover edition.  Well - in an hour or so.  And I say finally because his birthday was last week, but people were out of town, so we re-scheduled it.  Now it feels like we have been celebrating for a month instead of a week and Turner is constantly frustrated that we can't start to focus on his birthday, which isn't for 4 more months.

We have most of the details planned, pizza, miniature golf, movie, pray the kids fall asleep.  But that hour or two from drop off at the bus till pizza was a bit fuzzy.  Luckily, the sun is finally out, we haven't seen it in a week.

But then as if by some miracle, this shows up in our cul-de-sac not 5 minutes ago:

WTF

Is that a huge pile of dirt?  Lets take a closer look:

Not dirt, gavel

What could be better for a bunch of 7 year olds.  A huge pile of gravel to play with.  They can roll in it, play king of the hill, bury someone in it.  I bet we could cancel the rest of the day and just say go play in the gravel.
Sure, it may turn into a bloody Far Side type episode, but you got to believe the guys would be so psyched to play in it, throw it, dare each other to eat it, whatever.
Of course, I would be remiss if I didn't say, WTF? WHY IS THERE A HUGE PILE OF GRAVEL IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CUL-DE-SAC?!?!?!?  I can not wait to see the school bus try to maneuver around this.  Who just leaves a pile of gravel in the middle of the road?  Was it too heavy and they just needed to drop some weight?  Did they hope no one would notice? Maybe someone cancelled their order of a big pile of gravel and they didn't know what else to do.
And yes, for you big city snobs, this IS how we get our kicks out in the sticks.