Little r. loves being in motion. He's crawling, standing, walking (with one, better two helping hands from Mama or Papa). Usually it's hard to keep him somewhere. Before you notice he's gone and away exploring the world. Pushing a chair to help him stand if hands can't be found. There's no time to wait and always an adventure waiting at the other end of the room, playground, restaurant or street (ups)...
But once a sandbox is entered he sits.
Maybe waving at us with his tools. Maybe gently patting the sand. But sitting. Still. As if sand was solely made for sitting.
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