On Saturday, during my daughter’s dance recital, I was charged with keeping my son entertained during the hour-plus chasm 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 plastic electronic colorful noisy flashing 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 and a rock and some raisins.
The boy understands the joy of simplicity. Let it be a reminder to all of us.
