When Children Play
3 May 2004
I caught my son spending most of his morning under the dinner table. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. He had dragged a bunch of toys from the living room and played happily amongst the jungle of chair legs. He’s probably still a bit young to think up of hunting adventures in the wild jungle. Or space rocket trips to the moon. But who knows what goes through a one year old’s head!
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