Last night my husband was in charge of putting the kids to bed.
He had one job.
Did he do it? What do you think?
I came home from a night of crafting with a gal pal to discover Coco wide awake.
“Hi, Mama! I’m so glad you’re here. Now we can talk about our castles.”
If you ask my kids whether they would rather stay up and watch a movie for two hours or talk about castles with mama for fifteen minutes–they’ll always pick castles. Always.
What am I talking about, you ask? This, my dear friends, borders on genius and epic mistake. Because what you start with your kids–will never be finished.
Once upon a time, I introduced them to a game of the imagination.
“I have a castle in the sky.” I told them simply.
“What color is it?” was obviously the next question.
“Oh…silver. With sparkles.”
“Mine is PINK with sparkles,” quipped Coco.
“And mine’s blue with Spiderman!” added Chaucer.
Thus began the game. Each night further details are added and we try to one-up the other with our elaborate castles and contents.
For instance, last night my castle had a giraffe named Daisy who wears ballet shoes. Four ballet shoes. She is graceful and prefers a crown of daisies on her head. Obvs.
Coco came back with a bathtub made of chocolate that is “Clean.”
That girl is onto something, I tell you.
If you could get clean with chocolate, why even use water? Or soap?
Chaucer always has things like dragons, sharks, and bears living in his castle.
“I have a weally big shark in my castle!”
“Wow, Chauce! That’s awesome.”
“Yah, it’s totally awesome. But he don’t have no teeth.”
All of Chaucer’s ferocious beasts come sans teeth. It takes away the threat of their biting him like my mom’s cat or my mom-in-law’s dog. He’s onto something too, I like to believe.
Once, I tried to have a gold castle. Coco quickly informed me that such a thing was not allowed. ALL of our castles would disappear if I made that decision. Somehow our game has grown rules.
Sometimes I get annoyed with how far they want to take their castles. By how far, I mean how long they want to talk about them. I introduced the concept a few months ago, and we are still going castle strong.
But oh. Oh to hear my kids beg to talk about castles. I do myself a favor by remembering that it will not always be this way. That there might be days they don’t want to talk to me at all. There will probably be many days that they do not want to speculate some imaginative realm of dancing giraffes, chocolate baths, and toothless sharks.
I’m in the castle now. It’s wonderful because everything is possible with these two little lovely stinkers.
What color is your castle?