Play

What is the saying--art imitates life? (Or is it life imitates art? I always forget) Anyways...I know those of you with kids know that their play often imitates life. (How many times have you heard something come out of their mouth that could have only come from your own?) Here are some things I've heard come out of my kids' mouths the last few weeks:

Elsa: "I need BCG!" (She and Ezra play as though they are babies being brought to clinic and need TB immunization)

Ezra: "Ouch, scorpion bite me!" (Playing doctor and bandaging up scorpion and snake bites)

Elsa: "Quick, get out of the river, the big crocodile is going to get us!" (Taking dips in the river with Caleb--keeping the swim short so as to keep the risk minimized)

Elsa: "I'm going to Paradise" (Playing that she's taking a trip to Arba Minch, the town half-way between our home and Addis Ababa, we stay in a hotel called Paradise)

Ezra: "Where Daddy? Really really want ride broom-broom!" (This is Ezra sleep-talking--dreaming about riding motorcycles with his daddy)

Ezra: "Really want dung beetle ball" (Dung beetles make great toys--they're huge and they don't fly very high or very far, so you can chase them down and hit them out of the air. Note to mothers: wash hands after play)

(Alternative titles for this blog: Things Your Kids Probably Don't Say or What Have We Done To Our Kids?)