Trash can tot

Walking to church today with Altaa, going in an opposite direction we saw a family of four, mum and dad and two boys, one about five and the other not older than two (but walking).  You would think the toddler would have limited opportunities with both parents in close proximity, but their eyes needed to wander for only a second and he had gone and picked up a crushed cider can from the gutter.  Mum reacted to hoist him up but far from being disorientated thus dropping the tin, he retained an iron grip on his new, shiny possession, so much so that his mum had to prise the rubbish from his hand.  The perils of parenthood, something for which Altaa and I must prepare.