Clay in The Potter's Hands

so ... how did the play go ?

Zoe and Zane had water play in the bath room.

I instructed Zoe to call me if Zane brings things which he shouldn't bring into the water. She said, "Ok."

Few moments after hearing their giggles which turned into silence, I went into the bathroom, just to find my son engaged in two of his favourite past times simultaneously. Ok, he was in the play pool, and he was reading. He did an experiment with the pages of the book he was holding, which was Zoe's favourite Dr Seuss book!

Ok, you can imagine the commotion that followed. ie a wailing mummy, lecturing both kids.

How come Zoe never call for me when Zane first stepped into the bathroom with her book?

Well, she "hid" herself in an overturned pail, which accounted for why she didn't see it happened.

Dunno to laugh or to cry. I better choose to laugh.

I threw the book into the trash bin.

Zane retrieved it from the bin and started crying that this precious treasure of his is disintergrating, of course, I comforted him, but with laughter in my heart.

So, I tore of the very wet pages off the book and gave him the remaining ones which are partially wet at the sides. He is hugging the "saved" book in bed now, still mumbling to himself. Maybe asking himself why his experiments always fail. Why water and books don't go well together? Even board books will disintergrate. And he doesn't fancy bath books, maybe he finds them too fake.

Oh well, my son. My little Einstein.

Love,
Jesselyn Ng

posted by Jesselyn Ng @ 8:22 PM