A number of weeks ago (possibly even before Christmas), my
kids were playing in the nursery at church, and I discovered a trail of
stuffing leading to a giant stuffed bear. His tail had come unstitched, and
bits of stuffing were leaking out all over the place. I made a mental note to
bring a needle and thread to church the following week so I could mend him, but
week followed week and I kept forgetting. Finally, this morning, I grabbed him
and brought him home, figuring he’d be harder to forget than a needle and
thread had been. So even before I had lunch, I grabbed the bear and stitched
him back together again. When I came back into the room a bit later, this is
what I found.
Bear in a chair! It reminded me of how much my son loves to
play the “Wocket in my Pocket” game. He invented this game immediately after we
read Dr. Seuss’ book, “There’s a Wocket in my Pocket” for the first time. You
play the game by finding something in the room and making up an imaginary
creature that is hiding in, under, or around said object. For example, “There’s
a Gamp by the lamp;” “There’s a Shrable under the table;” “There’s a Bliano on
the piano.” Extra points are earned when you can come up with a non-imaginary
rhyme, such as, “There’s a fox wearing my socks,” or “There’s a bear in that
chair.”
I love how much my son delights in this game. His whole face
lights up every time he thinks of a rhyme. I revel in how he loves to play with
language, to make up words, to find words that sound like what they are (or
what he imagines they would be). I love his playfulness and his creativity. I
love that he even plays the game without speaking a word, simply by placing a
bear in a chair.
Chair.
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