When Evelyn came inside the house, she promptly dumped the contents of the case onto the dining room carpet so that I could marvel at the treasures: a gold coin, a teeny-tiny turtle that expands slowly in water, stickers, two tooth brushes, flossers, and a toothbrush cap. Henry was beside himself trying to get his hands on the choking hazards.
Evelyn brought her goods to higher ground-- the dining room table-- and decided to submerge the turtle in water. Fun water play ensued and, before we knew it, the table had transformed into a puddle. We pulled a chair up to the kitchen sink so that Evelyn could keep playing. Unfortunately, this is where our tale took a turn for the worse. The turtle disappeared. It was not in Henry's mouth-- he was safely in his highchair and munching on avocado pieces. We asked Evelyn what happened and she wailed dramatically, "The turtle is gone! We'll never get it back!" I asked again, and she revealed that the little guy had gone down the sink. Splendid. Chris turned off the water, opened up a pipe under the sink and rescued the turtle. Phew!
| Daddy looks for signs of Evelyn's treasure |
| Safe, at last! |
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ReplyDeleteThank goodness for resourceful daddies. I fear a turtle in a similar situation at our house would have been lost forever.
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