Maybe I’m just a stick-in-the-mud, but I never realized how many different purposes there were for my common household items.
To me, a towel rack is for drying my bathroom towels. My 4-year-old looks at it and sees a monkey bars. I’m pretty sure none of you mature adults like to hang from your towel rack every morning.
My couch is where I land after a long day’s work or curl up with a good book on winter evenings. Not so for my children. They will approach it at break-neck speed, launch their little bodies over the end, and do a somersault or two, only to land back on the floor. Or they will completely disembowel the poor thing by ripping all its cushions and pillows off of it. They will then be used for islands on the sea of our living room floor.
And we all know what a toilet is used for. Ours must be a newer version than some because my kiddos have been able to blow bubbles in the toilet bowl.
As for the front porch, that is where I like to set my jars of summer flowers or where I can sit and shell my peas. Not so for the littles around here. To them it is a pirate ship and if anyone dare try entering their little zone, they are fought off with bravery. Even the poor dog. So far, the FedEx man has escaped unharmed.
I’m also going to take a guess here and say you’ve never eaten your peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the shape of a pistol so you could play with it until your mama thunked you over the head.
Or you’ve never had to leap from your bunkbed, rather than climb the whole way down like any sane person would do.
The kitchen funnel has now become a loudspeaker, the pvc pipe is an elk call, the laundry basket is a ship, and let’s not forget the stairs. How many different ways can you come down your stairs? My children have tried about every imaginable way – back, belly, and bum. And then their aunt taught them to take their bed mattresses and place them on top of the stairs so now you can really slide! This is one that I will leave to the aunts and uncles who like to come visit.
I’ve had the thought that it would be so interesting to be inside my child’s head for just a bit. But as soon as the thought entered, I shoved it out. There is no way this tired, old mama could keep up.
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