My Little Chemist

When we lived in Rexburg, Talmage (2yrs at the time) used to beg us to let him go in the big water treatment container on the hill. Of course we refused. Aaron even explained that it had chemicals in it and that they would hurt him. So then he used to cry "but I like chemicals". We would try to divert his attention from it every time we drove past it but he knew better and would throw fits about liking the chemicals. So fast forward 2 years and here he is in the backyard.


Luckily this is just water and washable paint mixed with sand and grass and whatever organic materials he found outside. We hope we have scared him away from chemicals for a long time so that he doesn't start mixing household cleaners but food is fair game to him. The other day I came down stairs to find Talmage had helped Anya get the butter out of the fridge and mix some globs of it into her bowl of cold cereal. The worst part was she was eating it and liking it. At lunch that same day I was helping Anya use the bathroom and Talmage wanted to see what would happen if he mixed some spaghetti sauce into Anya's strawberry yogurt. It was nasty looking and I didn't even let Anya taste it. Now that I think about it I should have had Talmage taste it.