When I was a little girl
The SANDBOX GAME: Morgan and I would bury a plastic pat of butter (you know the kind from kiddie kitchen sets) in a random spot while my dad turned around and closed his eyes. Giggling, we would tell my dad to try to find it, convinced he wouldn't possibly be able to uncover it because of our honed butter-hiding skills.
|A pat of butter, in puppet form...(??)|
Morgan and I would just stare dumbfounded, wondering what kind of freaky black magic was going on in that sandbox. My dad would just sit there laughing at our reactions, and would never tell me how he did it. I asked him for years--always reminding him that I needed to know how he did it before I died.
The response: "When you come of age, Bethany."
Well, I guess I finally "came of age" this past summer because the black magic sandbox secret was at last revealed...
All he did was move his hand in the sandbox, searching for it with his hand just under the sand's surface. When he found it, he would slyly grab it, move it somewhere else and pretend to unearth it there. THAT WAS ALL HE DID.
So maybe this is something I should have understood at the same time I was learning calculus, or was off on my own, or was dealing with adult problems, like buying a new car. Maybe it should have occurred to me that the "unexplained" happenings in the sandbox were actually very explainable, but I'm not going to comment any further on that business.
*I don't know Morgan F. anymore.