A Picture I Couldn't Get...

After a day of skiing, we were relaxing... me with a book, Annika hanging out in her room, and Christopher playing outside (David and Benjamin were off swimming). I looked out and Christopher was there - in his long underwear, rain boots, mittens and sunglasses, wielding a pair of kitchen tongs, and having the time of his life. I don't know whether he was battling imaginary aliens or fending off the dark forces of the Force, but he was completely engaged (as only he can be). I love his six-ness - his ability to imagine and create - and just be. Toys are really not that important - kitchen tongs will do, and one of his favorite toys has been a tiny wooden easel from my office. Think of the possibilities - kitchen tongs can be a sword, a gun, a light saber - and they are just plain useful as well. A wooden easel can be a plane, spaceship - who knows what?

I asked him if I could take his picture (there was no way to sneak one without his knowing) but he refused. Bummer.