Playdoh and The Repeating Cycle of Life
been thinking about the time when i was stuck in a room full of small children in a playroom in somebody's house and created a full on war about dots!
Some of us sat together around a tiny kids table playing with whatever toys we could find around the room. I sat down on one of the tiny chairs I could barely fit my butt in but was pretty confident that the tiny chair could still hold my weight and one of the little girls came up to me with a small basket of playdoh! And i agreed that we should play with it..
Some other kids were mocking us from how dainty and peaceful me and the little girl looked making food, pretending we were eating it with satisfaction just for the love of the game, but funny enough they eventually joined us at the table to relax with us. Our time together was co-existing but fun!
We ended up making a small bowl of dots out of boredom... could've been 50-100 dots which made us quite rich. The other kids were trying to catch up to us with only twenty or less dots. The girl and I felt smug about how much dots we had and wanted to keep it to ourselves.
"Hey! Give us some of your dots you have too many." She shook her head... and I thought we could share! I told her "hey cmon lets give them some of our dots, we can still make more!" I tried taking some out of our bowl and gave it to her but she pulled my hand away. She was so stubborn about keeping our dots.
Meanwhile because of the other side's lack of dots, they started making a war against each other threatening to take each other's dots. I eventually saw why she pulled my hand away... maybe the girl saw this coming...
I don't know how or why it happened next, but the war became bigger and bigger at the table! As people settled down for homes and a society (toy houses and cars) it became more chaotic. The more it worsened, the more that little girl was sure to keep our dots!
"Quick let's hide it somewhere!"
I'm not too sure why this story keeps replaying in my head, but i think it's the fact that some children's behaviors are just really intruiging to me. They're young but they still have that knack of imagination in their head, and even the choices they made along this pretend-play struggle seemed way too familiar. Also they seemed to bring the kid out of me sometimes when I stop trying to be some sort of big sister figure.
Lotta yapping there!
