Pegs

At the last gym class of the term last week, they added some new 'delux manual dexterity building' equipment. A bunch of old wooden pegs and an empty tin can with a small hole to post the pegs through.

Dom loved this game.



It didn't take much encouragement from Mum at all before he was into the peg posting groove.



His intense concentration on posting every single peg wasn't even broken when a girl came over and started staring at him. (I've cropped the photo because a little girl staring at your young son while she has her hand down the front of her pants doesn't not make for a cute Kodak moment in my books).



At the end of the class when they were supposed to be getting certificates and stamps and so forth, a bunch of the kids wandered back to the tin to form an obsessive group peg posting session.

If you want to start a freaky little blonde 'Midwich cuckoos' style kids cult, obviously all you need is a tin can and a bunch of wooden pegs.