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I say "dinner", you say "playtime".

Friday, March 20, 2009

I was at the grocery store this week and needed to pick up some rice for dinner. While I was perusing the endless varieties of flavored rice products, desperately searching out plain ol' brown rice, Marcus' sweet voice finally seeped through my bewilderment and into my awareness. He had been repeatedly asking "Can I play with it?". "Can I play with it?".

It took me a moment to figure "it" out and then it hit me: My boy will never view rice in the same way again.

"Oh, no, Marcus. You can't play with this... it's for dinner."

I'd love to know what thoughts ran through the mind of that unsuspecting shopper who shared the aisle with us.

Yes, living internationally has a profound and lasting effect on children.

2 comments:

Pam said...

China, Schimna! Another friend of mine sets up a rice table for play in her basement during the winter months. I say, "go for it."

Emily said...

Do you remember when Eloise use to play with beans in her room in Prague? She loved how the beans felt in her hands.

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