Will LOVES dandelions.
He has learned to blow, but now he just has to figure out how far away to hold the flower as he blows it. (Sometimes I think he just likes to eat them though.) As soon as we are in the front yard, he runs around and finds every single one that is round, white and fuzzy so that he can experience the magic of flying white parachutes over and over again.
(On a side note: you may notice the ant bites on his arm. The boy is just as fascinated by the ants as he is by the dandelions. Yesterday, I caught him scooping up fists of dirt from an ant pile with a huge grin on his face. Amazingly, no ants bit him that time.)
He has learned to blow, but now he just has to figure out how far away to hold the flower as he blows it. (Sometimes I think he just likes to eat them though.) As soon as we are in the front yard, he runs around and finds every single one that is round, white and fuzzy so that he can experience the magic of flying white parachutes over and over again.
(On a side note: you may notice the ant bites on his arm. The boy is just as fascinated by the ants as he is by the dandelions. Yesterday, I caught him scooping up fists of dirt from an ant pile with a huge grin on his face. Amazingly, no ants bit him that time.)
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