Water baby

Two nights ago, we let Rye get in the sink to play in the dirty dish water.

We did this because he whined.

He has been whining about lots of things lately. And well, sometimes, the whining just gets to be too much and so you say, OK, fine.

Like yesterday when he insisted on wearing one red sock and one white sock to daycare.

Or like last night when he said "Noooooooooooooooo, I want another book!" in that high-pitched, get under your skin toddler way three times and so we ended up reading three books despite my promise of only reading one "because it was late."

The sink experience, though, if you put concerns about whatever was floating in the water after we washed our dishes and then let our child PLAY in it, ended up being really cute.

See.



And then



And finally