One of the chairs is South America,
One of the chairs is a ship at sea,
One is a cage for a great big lion,
And one is a chair for Me.
(from When We Were Very Young, Nursery Chairs by A.A. Milne)
I love to watch Benjamin play. He is twenty-two months old and I would really like to know what goes on in his imagination. Sometimes he is just laughing himself silly at a cinnamon stick or saying something earnest (and indiscernable) to his stick horse. I wonder what he sees when he looks at the rocking chair in his nursery and what country his lego structure occupies. I’ve seen him transform the arm of the couch into a horse, wear a rice pot as a hat, use a toothbrush as a conductor’s baton. The joy of having a son is that I sometimes get to join in. When was the last time you let your imagination run wild? When was the last time you played?