Passions

When Nate wakes up, the first thing he asks is to go outside, either to play in the sandbox or to eat outside. He loves his sandbox. Unfortunately that love can be evidenced by sand strewn in patches across our entire backyard. We've been waging a slow campaign, with little obvious results, to get him to keep the sand in the sandbox. I didn't think anything had sunk in until yesterday.

Yesterday, Nate and I went to watch some construction vehicles doing work up our street. Nate watched for sometime, happily naming and pointing out all the different types of construction vehicles. We watched for sometime, when suddenly he began to get excited about something, gesturing and yelling loudly. It took me a while to figure out what was going on over the din of the construction equipment, but eventually I managed to make out that he was trying to tell the construction workers that the sand they were working with needed to stay in the sandbox. (If only he was that passionate about following rules himself.)