One of my children wanted to play chess this afternoon. But we were missing a piece. He searched and looked and searched and tried to convince me it was no big deal if I didn’t have my rook, all it does is move in a line, anyway.
Meanwhile, my other child did something that his brother has not shown any interest in: a craft. He glued leaves to a piece of paper to make a leaf man, inspired by a book he got for his birthday.
He did it and he was excited about it and I feel like I’m entering a new phase of motherhood. One in which I do craft projects with one child while the other begs me to play chess with him. Or vice versa. Should be fun.
(Incidentally, Simon was not interested in making his own leaf man partially because we didn’t have two acorns and a “round pinecone,” so he wouldn’t be able to do it properly. Sigh.)