My boys have tons of toys. I mean toys beyond toys.
As I was folding laundry back in my bedroom, I was suddenly struck by how quiet the house was. You know what that usually means. As I walked around the corner into the living room, what did I find? My most precious toys, playing with toys, inside the toy box. Yet another moment where I wonder, why I am so surprised at this simple, yet genius idea? In reality it makes perfect sense.
If you are going to play with toys, why bring them into your world, when you can go into theirs?
I laugh silently to myself at their ingenuity and the profoundness of stepping deep inside the world of toys.
I wonder if I’ll fit in there?