I’m having one of those overwhelmed-with-work kinds of days, and the children have been remarkably patient with me. Thank goodness. Though this does mean that there has been various silliness at the door of my office.
Chickadee: [while pantomiming being stuck in a small box] Help! Help! I’m stuck in a box! I can’t get out!
Monkey: [immediately crouching down and imitating her] Me too! I’m stuck in a box, too!
Chickadee: You can’t be stuck in a box. I’m stuck in a box; you do something else.
[She continues “feeling” the walls of her confines, while he thinks for a minute. Suddenly his face lights up, and he crouches down again, bringing his hands up above his head with the fingertips forming a point above him]
Monkey: Help! Help! I’m stuck in a triangle! I can’t get out!
(I probably shouldn’t have laughed, because from there we had STUCK IN A RHOMBUS and TRAPPED IN A TRAPEZOID and, finally, SHOVED IN A SPHERE. That was when they discovered they could pretend to be racing around the house in those hamster ball things, and I gave up trying to work.)