KB had spend the night company the other night.

In the course of not quite 24 hours, KB and C built a fort out of chairs, an old tent and a tarp; put on a play about Pocahontas and a little Pilgrim girl; played ëtowní with Little Petz; swam at night, worked on a newspaper; put on a play based on Aesopís Fables titled ìThe Tiger and the Beeî; swam some more; made a dance routine in the pool; did a web show with books and stuffed rabbits, had a tea party complete with made up names and British accents; and played with KBís assortment of stuffed animals.

I love watching kids play. I donít remember being so unbelievably original in my play time. Maybe I was just a boring kid! I never heard a break in conversation. I never heard a disagreement. All I heard was this amazing back and forth sharing of ideas. It was magic.

KB is the type of child who can play with a bean for hours. She has always been like that. I have never, once, heard her say, ìI am bored.î

This past year I have had the opportunity to be around so many children ëat playí. Playing is what they excel at. Their imaginations abound. When did adults lose that? How wonderful it would be, if every now and then, we could wake up and pretend to be a knight on a quest to save our lands?

So, at least one time this week, pretend with your child.