Today we decided to try and keep it clean as due to the weather, we already have a mountain of laundry to dry and making more wet towels wasn’t high on my agenda.
If you’ve ever squished a bag of shaving foam between your fingers, you’ll know it feels like heaven. Like squishing marshmallows, except even softer. I thought Jensen might enjoy this, and Baby Dragon too, but Lyoto was not having a happy day thanks to the evil of teething and so he cried and wanted to be cuddled instead graciously bowed out. I handed the bags to our Little Adventurer and took a wander to the kitchen.
I let Jensen explore for about five minutes. Then the questions started ~ not from me, but him. He wanted to know why the colours were mixing together, how the foam was changing colour too, what would happen, what new colours were being created. So many questions.
Then I offered him the chance to take it outside and explode it. Outside. Explode. I’m not sure he heard anything else. His treasured Gruffalo wellies were on the correct feet (we can get this right 8 out of 10 times now) and he was swinging on the door handle before I had even gotten my shoes out of the cupboard.