We went for a walk this afternoon to the second-store to buy Isaac some soccer shoes. On the way there I found a little plastic toy soldier on the grass, and gave it to Isaac. Surprisingly, he wasn't that interested. He promptly looked down found something else that excited him to a much greater degree. He said (with joy), "Look, a stone!"
Then on the way back, he had collected so many rocks in the pockets of his sweat pants, that as he ran and then jumped to a stop, the weight in his pockets proved to be too much. It was quite funny to watch as his pants dropped half-way down to his knees.
Is it wrong to laugh at your child?
