This evening, I was busy doing the dishes and Isaac wanted to be carried so he could meddle with whatever I was doing.
To keep him occupied, I gave him a milo tin to play with. He enjoyed making music and even slammed the tin. I thought it was tightly shut until I heard an explosive sound. Then I saw the milo tin on the floor with a pile of milo powder.
Isaac had run far away from it to a corner, looking frightened and guilty. It was such a funny sight to see him standing frozen, staring at the strange brownish content from his "drum".
At that moment, I wasn't angry at all. I was responsible for it and cleaned up the mess. Whichever the case, it was a way for him to explore our world and let him grow and adapt.
One day, he will love this strange looking powder as much as mummy and daddy!
