(Connor and Sarah, age 3)
(Connor and Sarah, age 5)
Really Special Agents (by Jody)
Today, I transported two secret agents in the backseat of my SUV. I am not sure if there was even a prior agreement deciding what they would play and how it might be cast….it just spontaneously began in the 10 minute drive home from noon carpool.
Immediately folders were turned into spy computers and backpacks became bulletproof vests. They were being delivered to the destination of their pet shop, a “front” for their spy headquarters. The conversation reached a heightened level of drama as they wondered what messages they would receive from emails regarding their “super dogs.”
At one point, special agent, Rosie, announced that she would care for all of the girl animals at the pet shop, “because, I speak girl,” she explained. Special agent, Connor, would care for all the boy animals…because, yes, you guessed it, “he speaks boy.” Well, so glad THAT was clear.
They generously allowed me to enter the game when they dubbed me “taxi driver.” Upon our return home, while making sandwiches, my role did evolve into “maid”…hmmm…funny how that worked.
Anyway, they prohibited me from entering the house until they could announce that “the coast was clear.” So I waited patiently in the garage, my arms laden with bags of things to put away and a folder of grown up items requiring my attention. As I stood there with these responsibilities in hand I could only be thankful that in the midst of my busy, adult life I had the chance to take part in the suspended world of two six year olds. Unfortunately for me, the coast was finally clear and off they ran… and back into my adult life, I went.
Thanks, Jody! :)
That is uncluttered childhood.
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Oh to live in the moment like that forever. Good stuff.
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