It turns out, he dumped a fountain soda (fruit punch) in his boot. Then he came upstairs and told me, "Wook, Mom. My collection!"
"What is it?" I asked him.
He reached his hand in, popped a piece of ice in his mouth and said, "Ice!" Chomp, chomp.
It's a collection that won't last, I told him. It'll all melt and there won't be any ice left. He played with that silly ice for its entire ten minute existence, and then moved on to something else. I let him have his collection. And I hope his next collection is a little less messy.
2 comments:
It was from juice? Lol! You're a nice mom to let him enjoy that collection, even if it's just for a short while. :)
Was it Tahitian Treat? :)
Love the photo.
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