Who needs toys.....when you have corncobs? Yap and his "submarine fleet" in the sandbox.
He spent hours playing in the sand like this. No toys. No shovels. Accompanied only by his own torpedo sound effects.
Every summer is like this; I find him in the sandbox engrossed in the details of a world of his own creation. Focused and intent on the important task at hand. He can't be bothered by siblings or parents or dinner!
Who knew all that he needs to be happy is leftovers from last harvest? The world of boys continues to amaze and confuse me.