Captain Daddio swooped in this weekend and finished the sandbox project that had been stuck in neutral for quite some time. He hopped onto the tractor, hooked up the trailer, and made his way back and forth between a big pile of wild sand. Oh, it is the very best kind of sand, too – rich, pure, soft. Just the thing for burying chubby little toes or for erecting small castle domains. Or for getting some laundry hung out on the line without a little one literally hanging on Momma’s shirttails. Who would have thought that all of this was possible with some logs and a pile of sand?