Thursday, February 25, 2010
Jack's Ice Collection
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.