When I decided to pull apart a leaky lap-desk so I could stuff it with regular stuffing, all the static-riddled saxophone* balls were literally JuMpInG out of the garbage bag I was trying to dump them into! They were sticking to my hand, my arm and crawling up into my hair! Then the garbage bag slid out of my hands and more saxophone* balls spilled into the floor.....and got on the stoic dog at my feet. I could have gotten my knickers in a wad over it. But, then two little girls saw the "snowy" mess and started laughing at me and at the dog. They squealed in delight at the stickiness of that snow and really, really, really wanted to play.
*saxophone=styrofoam in Claire's language!
And me, being who I am.....I let them. And, I laughed with them! And took pictures. Because it was a nice break in our hectic lives right now.
We needed a break....but daddy came out of his office and thought I'd lost my mind! He is one of those people that absolutely would not have let anyone play in this and make a bigger mess.
He wouldn't let two southern girls pretend that it was snowing in the living room!
Or cover the dog and laugh their heads off at the look of it!
He doesn't understand the fun factor here! Or that I don't mind vacuuming, 'cause that is like therapy for me!