Prognostication

We have a piece of surgical tubing that's been laying around the house for several years, left over from some exercises a physical therapist prescribed. It has always been a favorite plaything of Cailan's. When he was a baby, he liked to chew on it, gumming it with his big, slobbery, toothless mouth. As he got a little older, he liked to flail it around, letting the loose end smack against the floor. But once he started recognizing letters, his favorite way to play with it became dropping on the floor and seeing what shape or letter it formed. To us, it looks like he's practicing some form of prognostication, like tossing I Ching sticks or reading tea leaves, the letter created by the tube imparts some special meaning to him.

Here are some pictures of him in action. I wonder what he learned about the future.