Over at his Dad's place, which I call the Toy Jungle, toys are knee-high on the floor. I occasionally tread things I can't even identify, and I'm there only ten minutes max once a week. Sometimes I sit on a bench outside the gate and watch Cj play with the village kids. But once he threw his ball too hard, it bounced too high and landed atop a neighbor's bungalow with a loud thud. I thought the roof had split open. Game over was Mommy's prompt announcement. Today, I make it simple - three snaps from the first album I happened to click while preparing this post.
While waiting for our lunch at S & P, he improvised the spoon into a drum stick and experimented with sounds on the table. Getting embarrassed, I asked him to lower the volume of his 'wonderful' composition, before other patrons started noticing. Luckily he obeyed:
Head over to The Mommy Journey to see more kids at play.