Imagination

We have imagination explosions around here all the time. It seems so commonplace to me that I don't even notice most of the time, but today I decided some of my readers might enjoy knowing what goes on. Tonight there was a bouncy ball contest. Which of our many little rubber balls can bounce the highest in the entryway? After all the contestants had a turn, there was a post-game press conference, in which the winners shared their feelings about their performance as well as how they developed such great skill. I was quite entertained, certainly more than I am by actual "athletes" on TV.

Then there's the continuing saga of Legoland. This has been going on for months now. The main characters consist of two families. The first is John Brigham (familiar name to some of you), his wife Zelda, and their sons, Jo-Jo and Hudson. The second family is Jeff, his wife Rosie, and their son whose name I forget. There are also many others, but like any good soap opera, it's too hard to keep track of all the relationships. Little girls play House with their dolls; boys play Legos. The structure of the game is similar, but with boys there's a lot of destruction and peril. They like explosions, natural disasters, and crumbling buildings. People are constantly dying and then being reincarnated as...themselves! (How convenient!) They also redesign their vehicles often. One day they drive monster trucks, the next day they've turned into Corvettes. The other day Andy came home and asked why we had little squares of paper with names on them everywhere. I explained that those were Lego beds and he was NOT to throw them out. Just FYI--Lego people are awakened each morning by the crow of a rooster, and their nights are very, VERY brief!