Oldest daughter had the spotlight last week. This week, oldest son (having given permission), gets one of his adventures featured on the blog.
At the time of this story, I was a young stay-at-home mom to two children. My days were filled with all the typical activities that accompany young children. I loved my kids, but I also welcomed the days I could converse with adults, too.
This particular day, a couple of my friends came to visit. We were in the living room chatting, and oldest son was quietly playing in another room. (In retrospect, I should have known better than to trust quiet playtime.) Oldest daughter must have been down for a nap. As my friends' visit came to an end, I walked them to the door. The layout of that split-level house was rather strange, and required walking by the kitchen to get to the front door. As we passed the kitchen, I glanced in to see my entire kitchen covered in a white, powdery substance. Oldest son was in the middle of the floor, ready to demonstrate to us what exactly had happened.
"Look, Mom! I'm playing dragon!"
He filled his mouth with a handful of flour, then blew out as hard as he could. My own "fire-breathing dragon" sent "smoke" billowing throughout the kitchen. One of my friends, who had a few more years of parenting experience, laughed and told me what a creative, intelligent boy I had. I think my other friend's reaction mirrored my own--some strange combination of exhaustion and amusement.
My friends left, I de-floured the kitchen, and our day continued. The dragon never returned, though oldest son never stopped surprising and delighting us.
What surprises have greeted you when your kids have been quietly playing?
Thanks for creative children everywhere!