Every child loves buckets.
When I was a kid I had an ice cream bucket that held all of my special things.
Looking back I can remember going no where without that bucket.
For my son (to hold his special things) I personalized an empty drywall container.
With a few scraps of leftover fabric, glue, felt, and a little paint he has his own personalized pail.
My bucket story:
As a toddler I was discovered walking down the middle of a major highway close to my home. I was on my way to grandma's carrying my ice cream bucket full of neccessities (mainly crayons) wearing only a diaper.
A neighbor picked me up and delivered me to safety and a serious spanking.
Each encounter with this life-saving neighbor as well as ice cream buckets provoke a remembrance of this incident and a reminder to always keep a watchful eye on my toddler and his bucket (hence the orange trim)!
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