I love hearing my kids play make-believe. I love it when their imaginations run wild and I get to be a silent observer to pure creativity.
One afternoon—playing with friends—it's time to start parting ways. Moms round up kids and this is what I overhear Brecken saying:
Brecken: Abby, let's pretend we're humans (ok... check—they are, in actuality, humans). And we're friends (check again, so far, there is no pretending needed). And let's pretend that you have to leave (yes, this too is a reality). And I'm sad that you have to leave (I can't say positively, but I'm pretty sure this also is an actuality).
Abby: Ok. Bye, Brecken
Ah, what stunning imagination. Pretending that it is your scheme and not your parents' to be separated from your friends, is perhaps one of greatest products of creative imagination. It's a lot like the times Brecken says to me, "Mom, let's pretend you're the mom, and I'm the daughter, and I have to clean, and you're giving me jobs..." Yes, honey. Let's "pretend" :)
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