I remember as a child surreptitiously lunging my hands into the cool rolling cloud of balls, my secret pleasure.
So when the bean-bag actually burst last night I decided to let him go for it; to let him fulfil a 30 year-old fantasy of mine. Yes it was devilish to clean up, but it was worth it. Homemade snow. I expect I'll still be finding little white beans when he's a teenager. Happy memory balls.
2 comments:
I had those episodes here before...
But after severeal too many times, I just decided to get rid of the bean bags.
Quite often I still come across those little balls when cleaning around!
Good luck :)
I bet he won't forget so soon! You're a great mom! :-)
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