Sunday, November 18, 2007

Creative play. Daddy style.

Ella: Dad? Dad? Dad? What can we do?

Dad: Ella, go downstairs with Paxton and play "Ship".

Ella: Okay!

seconds later.....

Ella: Dad, Paxton just said that I couldn't be the commander.

Dad: Okay, well... then... you be the one with scurvy.


Creativity. Daddy style.

She ran down and they played. She never bothered to ask what "scurvy" was. 


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