Pockets full of dirt

We have been cleaning up the shop for the past few days. Today, I took Hayden with me because he was the only one up when we left--besides Landon who was going out to mow the lawn. When we went to leave the shop, Hayden asked if I had a plastic sack. I asked him why and he said "so I can take some dirt home". I told him we didn't have one and he didn't need to bring any of that dirt home. I didn't think much of it until I got in the car and could see that he was sitting very carefully and he hadn't buckled his belt. I leaned over to help him buckle his belt and I could see that he was holding the sides of his pockets and his pockets were bulging. I asked him what he had in his pockets and he replied "dirt". I said, why are you taking dirt? He says "because this dirt is better, it packs better and even if you poke it with a stick, it still stays--that is why I wanted a sack".
I let him keep his dirt. When we got home, I took him over to the grass with a ziploc bag and he unloaded a good 2 cups at least. He is a funny kid--always thinking and always coming up with ways to solve problems.