After a dinner topped with birthday cake (and lots of frosting) the twins needed to let off some steam and sugar energy. We hopped up to the attic and they had the literal run of the place, bounding from end to end, pretending that portions of the floor were lava, and jumping from soft-cushioned chair to chair. At times like this, I am reminded that the most important part of childhood to cultivate is the imagination. If you can refine yours, you can do anything. It’s why I rarely get bored or restless: my head can take me to places my feet could never manage. I hope these kids have the same freedom, and that they don’t fall prey to television or the internet to lazily fill their head with half-baked entertainment. Based on their elaborate lava game, they’re off to a good start. (I’m not sure what part the elephant played in the scene, but I went with it and rode it safely to shore.)
