Who needs fancy, expensive toys when you have a milk carton and a Daddy who is a professionally trained clown?
Little Man has recently been allowed to explore the kitchen when a grown-up is in there with him. This explains the influx of tupperware, magnets and empty bottles that have found their way into our living room.
Today Little Man got ahold of an empty milk jug. When Husband dropped a few pieces of uncooked pasta to it, it became THE BEST TOY EVER. He shook it, chewed on it, carried it around, and tried to stuff it in the hidey-hole of his fire truck. Then he "shared" it with his Dad.
That's when the real fun began. From his front row seat on the couch next to me, Little Man squealed and giggled as his father tossed the jug around, danced with it, bounced it off his head and elbows, and put on a show. It was obviously the highlight of his morning, and to be honest, it was mine, too.
I love those little moments--its nothing you can plan, nothing you can arrange. When the strangest thing in the world suddenly makes your heart smile. I hugged my Little Man, grinned at my husband, and thought to myself, there's nothing in the world better than this.
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