A funny reality of kids generally – Last year dad built a very nice sandbox, complete with no less than a four foot pile of sand and a myriad of toys. And yet, despite this lovely play spot designed especially for him, he sits, at the bottom of the gravel driveway, playing in the miniscule amount of sand deposited there by recent rains. I do believe that six inch pile will entertain him far longer than the sandbox and wonder why it is the toys even exist, perhaps to remind kids that the fun they create on their own is far better than any fun they may be given.
Oh and Sissy? She’s inside ignoring her toys and playing with the doorstop …sproooinng, sprooiing, sproooing.
