Ethan most likely has inherited the love and joy of playing in a ball pit from me. Pete claims he never relished the experience, but I definitely remember my little girl years of looking forward eagerly to diving and hiding amongst those colorful balls. Even better if there was a slide that allowed me to slide down all the way into that pool of balls!
Anyway, enough about me reminiscing.
Last Friday, we were out for dinner at Queensbay Mall, and I spotted a children’s exhibition/fair organized by a milk powder company. So we decided to take Ethan there for a look-see. The very nice lady gave him a small cup of Enfagrow milk, which he didn’t want at all. In any case, when he first started on formula milk, we suspected he was allergic to Enfapro anyway, probably because it contained cow’s milk.
Anyway, the exhibition was very interesting, with stations where kids could play and then earn stamps on a card (for the adults to collect a goodie bag later 😛 ). And the one station that Ethan was attracted to most was the ball pit station. He smiled and giggled and giggled even louder when other kids jumped in with him.
For a little while, he diverted his attention by moving to a nearby alphanumeric floor mat, where he eagerly read out the letters and alphabets, those that he knew. Then it was back to the ball pit.
Just seeing him having so much fun makes me happy too. But we had to force him to leave because we were already getting hungry and Dragon-i was already calling out to us.
To me, this is how a toddler should spend his/her time, just having fun and playing. You don’t get to be a toddler forever, and it won’t be long before you’ll get funny stares when you jump into a ball pit. Know what I mean?