Man on a Mission

Man on a mission. 

My eighteen month old grandson appears to be, as my daughter would say, a man on a mission. She has discovered that anytime he rushes out of a room he definitely has a plan. Although, he may be a man of few words, he certainly has a mind working overtime. 

The other day he was methodically putting together a train track puzzle in his bedroom when he jumped up and flew out of the room. Within seconds he had returned with three small vehicles of sort. He dropped them, raced out of the room, and returned with two more. What he had managed to do was to collect all his small toys with wheels that would fit on his train track. Any good engineer knows that a track without a train is pretty much useless, and when a train isn't handy a few small cars will have to do. What fascinated me was how he knew not to bring back one of his large trucks that would obviously be too BIG for the track. 

My daughter relayed that a few days later as he was rifling through her bathroom drawer he came across an old contact lens case. Again he jumped up like a flash, and ran out of the room. As she followed behind she observed him scooping up a handful of Cheerios off the kitchen table, and continuing back to the bathroom. Once there he placed them carefully in the tiny dual bowls that he had just discovered. It seems they made the perfect container for a morning snack if the need arose. Once again I could imagine the gears turning inside that little mind as he was trying to figure out his world. 

My daughter has learned that anytime he jumps up, and rushes out of the room like a man on a mission you never know what to expect, except possibly a good laugh.