The imaginations of children always seems to catch me by surprise. I love how a laundry basket easily becomes is a boat or a cave...And how stuffed animals are friends who need their temperatures taken, a seat at the table, and are given names like "Move It" (which is a pink beanie baby bear that has found its way into Mark's heart).
Monday I was desperate for that imagination to kick in. We were on our fourth day of seclusion due to colds & coughs. No toys were offering any bit of distraction from the uncomfortable symptoms. Both children wanted to snuggle with their Mama & neither wanted to share. Mark found a small button on the ground and I quickly snatched it from his hand & placed it on the counter afraid it would find its way down Lillia's throat. A few minutes later I noticed Mark's sick-child-moaning had been replaced with a song. He was standing on the laundry basket (which was clearly now a stage) & he was strumming on an empty Maxwell House coffee container with a button. The coffee container was now a guitar and the button was now a guitar pick. The next few hours we had happy noises coming from our sick little boy. If only I knew 4 days earlier that all he needed was a button!!!
