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Spray Bottles

Jen and Patrick found the top to a spray bottle last night; we had purchased it with some laundry supplies. This particular one had never been put into anything; so it made a great toy.

At least, he thought so ... the tight grip on it as he tried to squeeze the trigger and bright grin were pretty good indicators.

After watching him work the trigger for a few minutes, I grabbed a water bottle and put the stem into the water and gave it a few squeezes. Once I figured out I had to unlock it, we got some water spraying through the nozzle.

After five attempts where he sprayed himself in the face ... to his obvious delight, I showed him how to turn it around. "Spray Mama," I said ... and off he went!

Then, once Mama and the floor had been doused ... several trips back and forth, she told him to "get Papa," and it was my turn to get wet.

All this was accompanied by beautiful childish laughter.

He even understood the "No" when he tried to spray the outlet on the wall.  He later put a hand out, looking at his Mama, and said "No!" What a smart little man.

Mama went as far with this play to allow the spray bottle into the bathtub where Patrick found out he could spray water everywhere without refueling!

A bit wet and messy, yes ... however, it was worth it for the fun we had, and it's only water!

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