We lost water a couple weeks ago, and with a newborn in the house needing clean water for formula and bottle washing, I bought several big 2.5 gallon jugs of water.
We just emptied one of the jugs recently, and, too big to fit in the bag of recyclables, it was on the floor beneath. Violet grabbed the plastic jug and went to throw it into the trash.
"Violet, Violet, don't throw that out. It's not trash. We're going to recycle it."
"It's not trash?" Violet said.
"No, it's not."
It's like that was the green light for Violet to play with it. She sat on it and dragged it around the kitchen. "This is my big machine," she told use.
"OK, drive your big machine into your room so we can put on your pajamas."
"OK," she said, happily. She tried to drag the "big machine" across the carpet, but it didn't move as well as on the floor. After a few more tries to drag it, she picked it up and ran it into her room. "Bringing, my big machine."
She drove it to our bedroom for storied and she wanted to put it into our closet "So Momma can have it, because it's a big, machine," but I talked her out of it. In the end, we drove it into her room and she "parked it" next to her bed. We covered it with an extra blanket for the night.
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