Last month, The Man found a strange object in the garage, it looks like a bed tray, maybe that’s what it is. He brought it in and showed it to me and left it by the front door, and it stayed there a few days, like many things do in our house. Then one sunny day, a certain girl found a rock when she was playing outside.
This is what happens when you get a table…
and a little, creative girl.
Little, creative, bossy girl.
“Can you bring my chair?” “Bring my chaiiir” “My white one, in my room” “Go get my chair”
I finally go get her white chair, and she sits and has a rock for lunch.
There is something about random objects used as toys that just tickles my fancy. I love it. Especially if it’s my child playing with it. There is just such a creativeness there that ordinary toys cannot bring.
After a while, she tells me to bring myself a chair, not just any chair, she wants the brown one in her room. So I do.
And we break some bread.
And we eat it, too.