I had an email exchange on Sunday afternoon with my new editor on "Three Grumpy Trucks." The illustrator is starting on the artwork and we discussed what three trucks might be doing at a playground. (Would they stay in the sandbox? Would they venture over by the sprinklers?)
I hit "send," then walked into Samuel's room and said, "What are you doing right now?"
God bless Samuel.
We went to the playground at Central Park West and 85th. I intended just to walk around for a few minutes and observe. But when we got to the sandbox I said, "I'm just going to take off my shoes for a minute," and one thing led to another.
There was a lot of digging, scooping, lifting, and sifting going on. Samuel and I befriended an 18-month-old while his caregiver helpfully read a book on a bench twenty yards away.
How do you make a toddler laugh?
Bury his feet in the sand, then say, "Where are your feet?! We've lost your feet!" Then act very surprised when he pulls them out.
Repeat for thirty minutes.
There was squealing, tunnel stomping, sand eating, and lots and lots of snot. All the ingredients for happiness.
I'm just gonna say it publicly. The world would be so much better with one more toddler in it, don't you think?