Well, lookie, lookie here the op shop pot has already taken on a new role in Cohen's imaginative play and so did the orange tea strainer. After digging around in the dirt in a hope he would find worms he hit a small rock which he quickly claimed was treasure and sent him on another tangent. Finding more and rocks and squealing further that it was more treasure, I suggested we could wash his haul. With an old toothbrush in hand, his pot, a little bit of water and his dirty rocks he was busy for ages cleaning.
Whilst he cleaned his rocks, this mumma got to relax on a blanket out in the sun whilst Sarah had some mellow time.