The other day I finally bought some beans and completed our construction box. I figured this would be a new fun and inexpensive idea (and it was...thanks Pinterest!). And I figured it would easily entertain Gavin for a bit while I cleaned the house (and it did...only not in the way I expected).
It began like this. Using the construction vehicles to move the beans around, he was busy digging and dumping and working his machines.
When I came back a little later it had turned into this. A nice cozy spot to rest apparently. There were construction vehicles, beans, and flip flops OUTSIDE the box. Gavin was INSIDE the box.
I carried on with my work for a bit more until I heard Gavin say from the next room, "C'mon blankie. Let's go in the bean box." I peeked my head in again to see this.
To each his own. I should have expected the clothes would come off. They always do.
*Shortly after this incident Gavin and I made a mutual agreement to wear clothing in the bean box. Pulling beans out of one's crack is no fun for him or me!
