A washed water empty water bottle filled with black beans, coffee beans, rice, garbanzo beans and I can’t remember what else at the moment.
Job loves it! He could spend hours watching the bottle tip from one side to the other. Listening to it catches his attention but watching everything fall mesmerizes him. And the crunch of the bottle is a nice affect too.
But I can’t help wondering if I am one of *those* moms.
You know, the cool kind…the one that makes neat artsy toys for her kids.
Or the other kind.
You know, the cheap kind…he one that doesn't buy toys for her kids.