Westley initiated this one. It was full of symbolic play.
He pretended our little play table was our tent trailer that we take camping. He was "packing" our tent trailer.
At first I didn't think he had any rhyme or reason for what he was loading up on the table, but as I became more involved, it made sense. He actually had most of the basics covered! Water, sand toys, tools, blanket, etc.
The best part was when he hopped on and "drove" the tent trailer. Of course we had to stop on the way to fix a flat tire. We made it to the campground - spot 58 - Grandpa's new favorite, just in time for bath (with a promise that we could continue the adventure in the morning)
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Tell Westley I'd love to come on his next trip.
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