The Story of a Sand Pit

As parents we are always thinking of ways to bless our little children with items that would bring them some form of happiness or educational value.

So earlier this week we went and got them a little sandpit.  Just a little plastic wading pool and some sand.

I don't know what was in our minds, but it sure wasn't what it actually turned out to be.

In a matter of hours we had this horrendous MESS in the patio section.  It was EVERYwhere.    It only took a couple of days before we called it quits.

Nothing makes you rethink an idea ever so quick as to find huge lumps of sand coming into the house and being deposited on the lounge and walls - yes I said walls.  Who knows how they managed that.  I am thinking that the water that they added helped somewhat.  I am also afraid at how much might have made it to the carpets - just good on me that I like to vacuum and have done a couple of rounds since then.

{ Photo does not give full credit to the complete and utter destruction debasement of the patio.}

As for the little children wearing it from HAIR to TOE.  Thoroughly and lavishly washing it through their clothing and sticking as much as they could to their skins and in their hair.  Getting back to their primitive bonding?  Possibly.

It was gross, and the extra work bordering insanity.

NOT so great an idea in real life after all.  Well, not at my house anyway.

Sometimes we have to learn lessons the hard way.

The sandpit was cremated by the heat wave sun the other day all over the grassy land in the backyard.

The little children cried.  The oldest cried the loudest.  I guess it's because she understands what death is.

It shall always be remembered for its delightful rugged outdoor friendship - however short it was.

Thanks for visiting.