Soul Searching

Play that involves nothing more than a box or a paper towel roll or a piece or two of cellophane tape or a cast off piece of junk mail is so common around here as to be daily. When this reality is presented to me photographically, as above, I have to search the depths of my soul for some satisfaction to that unanswerable question, "why do I ever buy them toys?!".

A related example: the most amusing game of this morning for Koji and Izumi consisted of removing all the cushions from both sofas and using them, along with all cast-off jackets/coats in the vicinity and a duvet from their bedroom to make a gigantic makeshift bed in the middle of the living room floor. They were saved from my wrath (because I still need an attitude shift: I struggle to look at that kind of scene and think, "creative, wonderful children!". Rather, I am usually flooded with trepidation, knowing that I'm the one who'll have to clean up...) when Koji announced the following, "Mama, we're making a hotel!".

Oh.

P.S. So sorry, but once again, I have to recommend that you exercise those mouse-moving muscles and scroll down. In my unflagging desire to put things up chronologically (which is bizarre, I don't consider myself perfectionistic about much else?!), I've once again inserted a couple of new posts under that thumb-sucking one you've been staring at for so long. Apologies for that too. Good grief, if I don't stop now, I'm going to be sorry that I'm sorry!