Year 3, Day 133

Having figured out how to open his closet door, Miles went rummaging around in there yesterday and emerged with a small nylon pouch in his hand.

“This, daddy,” he said. “Look at this.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“A toy,” Miles replied.

Now, I knew that Miles had no idea what was inside the pouch. The last time we had it out was long enough ago that he probably wouldn’t remember it. But to satisfy his curiosity (and knowing full-well he would love it), I said, “Here, I’ll set it up.” I took the pouch and opened it, removing and unfolding its contents, then retrieved another, larger bag from his closet, emptying that bag into the unfolded basin.

I’m probably going to regret this.