The other morning, totally unprompted by me, in fact, I was
in the kitchen pouring orange juices when the girls raided the craft supplies and
turned the living room into a giant board game.
The timing was
perfect. Dad had just placed bowls
of cream of wheat on the table, and we had to wait until they had cooled.
At the girls' request, I fetched two dice. We all took
turns rolling die and hopping on the colored spaces. By the time everyone made it to the end, the porridge was
just right.
The girls were so proud and so enthused about their game that I figured we would play again after the morning meal, but by the time I had finished my coffee, the foam circles were declared to be magic and scattered about the room. Then they became butterfly wings. Then lily pads for frogs. In fact, only after supper did the circles leave the floor.