I bought a mini rake for my 13 month old son. It cost me $1.30.
It’s bright green and yellow and it towers over him.
I bought it on Friday, imagining that we’d spend the weekend raking up leaves together in the warm winter sunshine.
But no. For five days I haven’t been able to pry it away from his little fingers. The rake goes everywhere he goes.
It joins us for dinner. It watches the 7pm news with us.
It follows us to the shops and back. It baths with him.
Plays with him. And it sleeps with him.
Mr Rake also has an attitude problem. Not to mention that he can only wear one shoe at a time, hates eating peas and prefers to stand upright when watching tv.
Then again, thank god he didn’t develop the same obsession for say, our wheelbarrow.