Here he is enjoying the table (the color of the accompanying umbrella makes it look like our house has a big splotch of mold on it; this is not the case.)
However, the next morning when I opened the cover (which also has a track for cars!), the water from the right had somehow drained into the sand on the left. I have no idea how this was possible, but nonetheless, the water was mostly gone and the sand was damp. So I decided to just put sand on the right side too and have both sides be sand—at least for now. I figure we can always change it back.
Owen likes his sand table very much, and has already had a few meltdowns when I made him come in because the mosquitoes were attacking. I spend a good amount of time when I am watching him use it telling him to stop dumping the sand out of the box, but it is mostly to no avail: apparently dumping sand out of a sandbox causes paroxysms of pleasure, mess be damned.
Sand pie anyone?