When I glanced out the back door, the kids had transferred handfuls of the smooth wooden beads to the table. They were busy sorting them by shape and size, without any prompting from me. Very Montessorian of them, don’t you think?
Similar to the bottle caps, the play eventually shifted to include more war-like themes, and within minutes the back patio was covered with a thousand beads. Unlike the bottle caps, the clean-up took some parental collaboration, but even that was sort of festive.