Toys of the Trade
Carver is fairly easy to please as far as toys go. Give him a ball and some place to throw it, and he will be occupied for an hour. Give him a pile of rocks, and he will study them and their physical properties as long as he can. Unfortunately, Kira and I are often tied to our four walls during the day, so Carver has to make do with what is within our humble abode. This last week, he has taken a particular shine to a common household tool he found under the bathroom sink. He has been so attached, in fact, that he often insists we take it with us wherever we go:
Do not adjust your screens, Ladies and Gentlemen. That is, in fact, a plunger. We are not quite certain what his attraction to it is, or at least why it is so strong. It is a stick, yes, but with an awkward rubber cup at one end. Maybe the charm is that it stands up on its own, or that it makes noise when he sticks it onto the floor, or that it will stick to the door sideways …Okay, I guess all of that is pretty cool.
We were invited to a birthday party last week, and Carver insisted that we bring along his precious plunger. I figured there would be no harm in him just holding onto it during the drive, but then when we got to the restaurant, he and I spent at least 5 minutes working up the courage to leave it in the car. After much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth, he finally agreed to part with his companion.
I’m sure this is just another phase, like so many of his interests. But as long as this one lasts, we just hope we cleaned the thing adequately the first time he got his hands all over it.