I have a very vivid memory of my grandmother from my childhood. We were barbecuing at the beach one day, and my hot dog slipped into the sand. She scooped it up, brushed off the sand, and announced, “God made dirt, and dirt don’t hurt!” That was the crunchiest hot dog ever, but I was none the worse for the experience. This little guy was all about the sand . . . and the seaweed. “This stuff’s even better than my lion!”
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