In favor of simplicty

On Saturday, during my daughter’s dance recital, I was tasked with keeping my son entertained for the hour-plus gap between her first and second performances.

I took the hungry boy to CVS and told him that he could buy anything he wanted as a snack. He chose raisins despite my attempts to push him into Animal Crackers or Oreos.

I wanted to share.

Then I asked him which of the nine hundred colorful, plastic, electronic, noisy, branded toys in the backseat of the car he wanted.

Instead, he picked up a rock and a stick off the ground and said, “I want to play with this stuff.”

And he did. The whole time.

A stick, a rock, and some raisins.

The boy understands the joy of simplicity.

Let it be a reminder to all of us.