The Cat, The Pond and The Tooth Fairy House...

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Don't you just love kids? As you all know, I go to my Son's house for Sunday evening dinner most weeks, and as most of you know, I have a granddaughter who keeps herself amused. Last time, it was a fairy and bug house in the garden, which pic incidentally, I still haven't uploaded to the computer. Anyway, last Sunday, I arrived, and my little granddaugher was sitting on the living room floor, sewing away at this little brown object, which I couldn't see properly. So, I asked what she was making, to which she replied, "A cat!" My daughter-in-law told me that she'd asked for the sewing box the evening before, at nine o'clock. She'd found this piece of brown material, cut out a shape for head and body, then two arms, two legs, a tail and two ears. Needless to say, even when she's on school holidays, she has to go to bed soon after nine, so she continued the next morning, producing this stuffed cat, which was about five inches in height. That done, I was called to the garden!!!:) In a corner of the garden, by the shed, she had dug a hole, long, but not awfully wide or deep, then cadged a recycled bin bag from her Mum and torn it down the seam to open it up, laid it in the hole, to line it, put lumps of stone or rock around the top edges to hold it, and put water in, to make a pond. Then, she put a big log behind it, and put the dirt which she'd dug out to make the hole, behind it, ready to put some plants in. Then came the gravel, quite course gravel, which she put into the bottom of the pond, as a base, and also to hold the bag down. She was very proud of her home-made pond! I must admit, it was pretty good. I sat in the garden for a while, and when I went indoors, she was on another project. She had a shoe box, and was making a tooth fairy's home. She put an opening front on, a door, a window, and when you opened it, there was a little bed, with a cover over it, made from a scrap of material, a wardrobe, she had assembled from cardboard, with opening door, a tooth collector which was like an envelope on the wall at the bottom of the bed, lol, and a dressing table. She wrote Tooth Fairy Cottage on the front of the house, and all was finished. The room was a mess... it was like a tornado had been through, but who cares? I helped her tidy it, as did her Dad, because what price a clear-up compared to a whole day of educational play, with achievements to show at the end. A mess costs nothing!Who says that the days of amusing ourself for little cost have gone? That little one amuses herself endlessly and produces some great, imaginative ideas. What can we teach them? I am most certainly humbled!:)