Epitome of Childhood

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.

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.