Mummy, wipers and cobwebs
Imagination, bubbles of fantasy, the joy of travelling along the dreamland through a cascading landscape, getting completely soaked in a moment, the gaze of bewilderment of a self created situation in the head, is out of this world. Not many can claim to spare a few moments for such exquisite bursts of pleasures. Through this post, let me take you to a beautiful world of unparalleled and comic imagination mostly initiated by the little people in the house. Involves mummy, wipers and cobwebs.
Mummy as Wipers
The other day it was pouring heavily and I was picking up my son from school. After the usual chaos of holding the umbrella in one hand and holding my daughter in my arm (who was sleeping like a log after her nursery: imagine the weight), we finally sat down in the car. I started the engine and just like obedient children, the wipers did their job. I looked back at my daughter who had no idea of the commotion. I looked at my son and in came the profound words, “mummy, thank god you are not the wipers.” We had a good laugh when we enacted the imaginary scene on the windscreen. Arms stretched, legs tucked and swish! swish! swish! I said, “where do you get this from? Do you just imagine mummy as wipers or the thoughts just come to you? To that my son said, “Mummy I just said it, you imagined the scene.”
Cobwebs as bunkbed
With chaos and noise, amusement comes free around the wonderful little people. My daughter said, “mummy, here’s a bunkbed for the spiders.” Now, please don’t get me wrong, my house is not a home for rows and rows of cobwebs but I must admit, there was a beautifully woven one in my balcony next to the dried out flower pots. I was not allowed to clean it because it’s their bunkbed. I had to come up with a really good story to clean it. I said, “the spider moved houses and they took their bunkbed along.”
Do share your thoughts about your creative adventures:-)