When it became evident, about a year ago, that our new, new, new diet (I have no doubt it will keep evolving) was doing us good, we gave away a few large cardboard boxes of food we knew we wouldn’t use. We were left with some maybes and a bunch of dry goods I thought would be useful for a couple of projects I had in mind. It didn’t turn out to be much of a year for projects and some of the maybes were past their best, so this is the view from here today.
Later, no doubt, the view will encompass one of our patented über-messes™ , complete with a grown woman holding a dust-pan and brush and sobbing quietly.
For now though, a sensory box means hours of fun for a very sensory three and a half year old.