Undirected. Spontaneous. Imaginative play. It is one of my favorite things about having a preschooler. It happens at the most unexpected times and when it does it goes on for long periods of time until something concrete that can't be moved (like school or a doctor's apt) interrupts it. She is a girl on a mission. This morning instead of eating her own breakfast, she decided to feed her dolls. She herself started calling it a feast. The table setting process was very intricate and she was talking to herself the whole time as she got her friends their placemats, bibs, plates, food, spoons, etc. Finally after over an hour, she sat down and joined them for some food. If only I could find the magic potion that spurs this form of entertainment on when I really need it, but that's part of what makes it special- how truly unexpected it is.
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