She says, "Why do I have to go outside? I'm bored."
And I can't help but remember saying the same thing to my own mom and then begging her to play with me...and when she didn't...I went on and used my own imagination and was delighted in the inspiration of play...
So, she went out...and got baby brother...and they got a basket...and made a salad...
Then, came the swing, the rope, and the tree...
and it was a hit...and life is good...and I am thankful for imagination and the beauty of discovery and just how empowering it is.
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