Today may be one of the most delicious autumn days ever. Or maybe it just seems that way because my girls are playing peacefully outside. I'm sitting on the porch, the breeze ticking my toes as I write.
Perhaps "breeze" is the wrong word. It's quite a windy day - blustery, as Winnie The Pooh would say. The kids are a sight. Just home from their flag football game, they still don muddy jerseys. They're wearing hot pink helmets, purple roller skates, and grass stained denim shorts. The Pea has raided our car wash "rag bag." Both are in prime 'inventing-mode.'
They stand side by side, holding an old pillowcase in front of them. Each child grabs two corners, and the pillowcase becomes a sail. The wind blows. The pillowcase billows. The girls begin to roll down our driveway, powered by the rushing wind. Giggling, the two retreat to the garage. I hear chatter and know they are at work in their Imagination Laboratory. The Pea skates over, announcing the Pirate Ship is almost complete. (Pirate Ship?) The driveway becomes a stage of sorts as the girls expand upon their energy idea.
From the garage emerges the cutest red Radio Flyer wagon Pirate Ship I've ever seen. The Bug has constructed four long strings by knotting together "potholder bands." (You know that little loom where you weave multicolored fabric bands into a potholder?) One end of each string holds a pillowcase corner, the other end is tied to the tip of the black wagon handle.
Unfortunately, the wind isn't strong enough to roll the Bug and the Pea down the driveway with the current ship structure. Frowns all around. The Pea sits at the helm and the Bug, gripping the handle, roller skates in front. Giggles. Daddy arrives on the scene to inspect the christening of the ship. Both girls hop inside. More giggles. With Daddy pulling the Radio Flyer Pirate Ship, they sail into the great beyond...well, around our neighborhood, anyway.
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