A Mother's Imaginings...

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Little boys are an altogether different kind of fish. For some reason all their play has to involve some kind of mess. My son, C, is the perfect example of a typical boy. One of the "fun" things C likes to do is play with play-doh. Play-doh is a great creative tool and through it, a kid can learn to design all sorts of interesting things. C likes to make cookies and cakes with his play-doh. I imagine that someday he'll be a famous chef and support his parents in their old age. Yet, no matter how careful he is, there's always a pile of dried up clay on the floor and crusted to his pants (why, again, does he have to sit ON the doh while he's playing??). C also enjoys LEGOS. He can sit for an hour or more playing with the little LEGO guys. He comes up with elaborate fight scenes and adventures. I imagine that someday he'll transfer his imaginings into a bestselling novel and support his parents in their old age. And yet, no matter how hard he tries, those little LEGOs manage to scatter themselves all over the floor. And picking them up? Ha! Those little buggers absolutely REFUSE to go back in their box! Sword-fighting is also fun and C can turn anything into a majestic blade. A piece of his wooden train track becomes Excalibur, a stick becomes a NInja-to, and a kitchen spoon becomes a deadly scimitar. I watch him dodge and parry and imagine that someday he'll be a famous actor and support his parents in their old age. And yet, when all his invisible enemies lie dead on the ground, the swords are left in a jumble on the floor. And, of course, they must stay there JUST IN CASE another battle needs to be fought! How will YOUR little minions support YOU in your old age?