Kids are drawn to water. Heck I’m drawn to water. I probably have an unhealthy fascination with fountains and the like and I can never go by one with out sticking my hands in them.
My favorite ones are found in California- the ones that are quatrefoil shaped with bright turquoise paint on the inside or beautiful tiles. But the best ones are those that you can actually get in, like the spitting ones in Chicago or the ones in the park in Middleton where the geysers come out of the ground. I remember how enthralled I was with the map of the world at Sea World that was formed in relief into the concrete walkway and the oceans and seas will filled with water. It wasn’t very big but I remember wanting to stay and play in it forever.
I bet the fountains in Italy and Spain are a sight to behold. Maybe someday I’ll get there.
But today we just have a tub filled with water. Still every bit as fun as a fountain to some, though.
And, just like a fountain, too hard to resist a little dip.
Too cute! Owen and I were playing “fountain” on the kitchen floor this afternoon. We only had a big red mixing bowl and a spatula, but the effect was similar. Pure bliss. I was trying to decide if it would be insane to crank up the heat and get the kiddie pool set up. It was a fleeting thought, then thought and loads of water on my floor brought a dose of reality. If I could find a piece of plastic big enough to cover……..