These two pictures capture the essence of Childhood. Imagination. Pure, Believing, Fun-loving.

Hy. For Christmas we gave him the movie Peter Pan, can you tell? When he found out yesterday that my mom had made Peter Pan costumes for C&T the begging began. He's been flying around Neverland ever since.
Hy. For Christmas we gave him the movie Peter Pan, can you tell? When he found out yesterday that my mom had made Peter Pan costumes for C&T the begging began. He's been flying around Neverland ever since.
Last night after doing a full days worth of dishes by hand (yes, our dishwasher officially called it quits) I went to tuck in the barstools and found that they had disappeared. Sam and Hy were in the living room playing Star Wars. The barstools had magically become x-wing fighters and my two little jedis were on a quest to find (and let's be honest. .. probably torture) Count Dooku.
Sometimes I miss those days when all it took was a couple of hair ribbons to become a princess, or stack of blankets and a broom to create the best hideout ever. As much as I try, the laundry never turns into anything exotic or exciting or entertaining. I must be old and boring because to me, it is just laundry. Do they even have laundry in Neverland or on Tatooine? I doubt it. Somehow it must magically get done or they have slaves. . . both options are definitely worth considering. Or maybe I could imagine myself up a maid (which is probably why I'm already six loads behind. . .)
Enough of my housekeeping woes. . .
I'm just grateful I have little boys who inspire ME with their fantastic imaginations.
