Every time our kids come home from the playground,
There is sand in their shoes,
Sand in their pockets,
Sand in their underwear,
Sand in their EVERYWHERE!
Sandbox sand isn’t ordinary sand. It laughs at vacuum cleaners as it uses its black magic powers to cling to the floor, slowly covering every surface in the home. Every parent has stared in disbelief at the gritty sludge at the bottom of the tub that just won’t go down the drain no matter how many times you swoosh the water over it. Sandbox sand has turned to the Dark Side of the Force.
Although I hate the evil aftereffects of sandbox sand, not installing one would be a crime against all that is good in a child’s upbringing. So the planning began and in the process I made an amazing discovery.
What did you do at preschool today?
We sang, painted a picture, and I got to play at the sand table.
Sand table? But sand isn’t everywhere? How could this be?
Off to the lumberyard I went and 2 hours later my kids were playing in a sand table. Sand stays in the table except for a few grains that sneak in on the sleeves. Jedi.