The bucket is for her to play in the sand box. But as soon as I poured water in it, she just jumped right in. So now the bucket turned into a mini pool. She was sitting, standing, and stomping in it. The bucket fell down (with her in it) serveral times. She cried a little bit then set the bucket up and climbed back in again. Just never learned her lesson.
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When Uncle Warren was this age, he did the same thing. But his true passion was reserved for laundry baskets. He would sit in one and pull the matching one over the top to make a cage. Maybe he was being a lion or tiger or ????? At any rate, he loved them. Buckets became helmets, hats, and other wonderful things. This is a magical age! Thanks so much for this wonderful blog!
Love from Ama and Papa
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