playtime

photo by me

Ollie and I got out the play-dough the other day. We had a great, giggly time inventing these creatures. Only a little person would think to make rainbow fangs on his dinosaur. 

Once you make them though, comes the dreaded playing out of imaginary scenarios. I have a really difficult time managing that kind of thing for more than a few minutes. I can hear myself begging: "Hey! How 'bout we make MORE creatures, wouldn't that be fun?" Answered by, "No, Mama, let's play with them!" I remember going deeply into imaginary play for hours and hours as a kid, even as an older kid. But now? I love being with my children, watching and listening, making things. But sticking with the actual play, why is it so hard? I'm sure there's someone out there who can stand it, grandparents, maybe?