When we got home this evening, Margaret discovered that in our absence, some nice person had left some lovely dirt in our yard.
Margaret approved.
She proceeded to sit down, pick up dirt with her left hand, and pass it to her right for safekeeping. Of course, it dribbled out again, and so she just kept going.
She offered some of the excess to me.
Then to Leo.
Then she worked out that she could just clutch it to the chest of her white sweater, and she could hold more of it.
A good time was had by all, and she only tried to eat the dirt once. She was – wonder of wonders – stopped by Leo and I saying no. I think that the putting things in her mouth is at this point partially just absent-mindedness, and when she pays attention, she’s a bit more discriminating.
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