Life Is Funny: What? Don't Your Pencils Talk To You?
Monday, March 15, 2010 at 7:00AM MAD21 By MAD21
My kids are a source of never-ending entertainment in our house. Way back in September I talked to you about our "bees" and how my girls are so creative in their pretend world. They both have wonderful imaginations.
My youngest, however, seems to do a whole lot more along the story-telling side of her creative play. Her dolls, her bees, or whatever she happens to be playing with have all kinds of adventures, and interact with each other in very dramatic ways... voices included.
Last week, my girls were at the table coloring and chatting like crazy. At one point I tuned into what was being talked about and realized that as my youngest was pulling colored pencils out of the case, she was giving them names and voices and was talking to each of them. Here is an example:
Youngest: "Hi Loletta, will you color for me?"
Pencil: "Yes, I'd be happy to."
Youngest: "Oh, that color is very pretty. You make a good flower."
Pencil: "Why thank you."
Who needs TV and video games when everything around you can take on a name and personality. I won't start worrying until they show signs of losing sight of reality. But then again... maybe not.
My friend and fellow blogger Wendy at Weight..What? has a fun carnival at her blog called "Life is Funny." Every Monday we talk about something in life that we find funny. Be sure to go visit her blog to read her post along with links to other blogs who are participating.
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Reader Comments (4)
Oh yes! I was one of those kids that didn't have TV when growing up, and I "think" I turned out okay.
It is amazing how creative kids become when they are forced to entertain themselves. I used to play for hours with a sawsall and a 2X4. (Not my dad's best parenting advice) but I learned to use a saw by the time I was 10 and I had TONS of fun building all kinds of gnarly treehouses.
And yes, I have all my fingers. :)
Nice story- sounds like my daughter. :)
I used to do things like that with mom's clothespins when she hung clothes outside on the line, and see how normal I turned out.
Oh. Well, they are still young enough to be helped...
Reminds me very much of my childhood. I'd play outside with the woodscraps, like Marty, and my dad wasn't afraid to let me use any of the non-electric tools. My mom always let me sew with her fabric scraps or play with beeswax remnants or to make my own little dessert concoctions out of pie crust/bread dough/whatever leftover bits.
It's such a blessing to be given permission to color outside the lines.
Nothing gives me more joy than overhearing these little conversations my own 6 yr old daughter has with her beads or sticks she's made into magic wands or pretend butterfly (or jellyfish) nets.
Thank you for sharing :) So happy to also hear that her pencils are so polite.