A couple of weeks ago, I took the boys to a local park with a fountain to splash in. Cuddlebug and Bearhug jumped right in, but Little Bitty wasn't so sure he wanted to join them. Bearhug *really* wanted him to, and tried to talk him into it, but Bitty wasn't having it.
Instead, he plopped himself down in the sand / gravel next to the sidewalk and started digging his hands in the sand. Next he started piling sand on top of his legs... it's a sensory thing and he was enjoying himself but I wasn't too sure about how sanitary it was, and this particular little patch was a little too close to the road for my comfort.
He refused all my attempts to get him to either go play in the fountain or at least come with me to the other side, where it was just grass and no gravelly sand or road. (I know, I'm a party-pooper). Finally I gave up with logic and just piled his trains (which were on a nearby bench where he'd been playing with them) into Cuddlebug's hat and headed out through the fountain to the other side.
Predictably enough, Bitty freaked out that I was taking off with his trains and followed me into the fountain. He flirted with the water on and off, frequently returning to the bench (the new one on the grassy side) to play with his trains. But he didn't try to go all the way back to the little gravel patch. (score one for Mama!)
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