|i say, old chap: let's all be frrrightfully silly!|
"So, what did you do at school?" I asked Ronaldo one afternoon.
"Ummmm....nothing today", he answered.
"Nothing? Are you sure? We always do something at my school", I commented.
Well, that stopped him dead in his tracks:
"YOU have to go to SCHOOL?" he asked.
"Yes, of course - I'm the teacher!"
"A teacher? Oh, I thought you were a player". He went back to playing.
Naturally, that stopped me in my tracks:
"A player? And what's that?" I asked.
"Silly Billy, you know... It's someone who plays all day!"
Hmmm... sounds like a good job to me, especially since so often I forget to play. I take myself too seriously and fun falls by the wayside. I let daily routine turn into the drudgery of going through the motions instead of valuing it as time filled with possibilities and potential.
For me, babysitting is a reminder to get lost in the game, let my imagination run wild and enjoy singing ridiculous songs, pretending I'm scared of an imaginary fire-breathing shark, dancing around decked out with ten finger puppets and a crazy hat, taking a ride in a table-helicopter. Playing fills me with that excited and wonder-filled energy everyone under ten seems to have bubbling right below the surface at all times.
My advice for you? Go play!
Oh, and in case you were wondering, you fend off zombies with a hair dryer and a tennis racket.