You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson. You’d be wrong. This weekend on a beautiful sunny day I brought Number Two out into the yard for some afternoon frivolity and nature communion. I smiled as I saw some birds wriggling and bathing in the kids’ water table—a pastoral scene pulled from a 19th century English landscape painting.
[Scene opens on a bucolic warm weekend afternoon. Number Two crawls at maximum speed to the water table and begins splashing and carrying on.]
Babbo:Oh, isn’t that creative! Number Two has found a bucket to scoop up water and augment his play! Why, this must be a sign of complex play and the use of tools, a developmental milestone!
Hmm, that bucket has some sand in it. Well, he seems happy enough to play. Except…does he think that bucket is a water delivery method to the mouth, a sippy cup of the giants? Well, with his first mouthful of sandy water he’ll reconsider this plan. Let them learn, I say. Experience rather than lecture.
Nope, experiment failed. If anything, the added grit is adding texture to his muddy water beverage. Now he’s sucking down great draughts of it like a lumberjack on a work break. So…was it enjoyable?
Number Two: Ha ha! I tricked you, Babbo! I really only spilled it on my shirt. So now can I go eat some dirt?