Mama Kat lists several topics to write about in her Writer’s Workshop each week. One of the ideas for this week was 22 things you have never done.
Wanted to be R2D2 for Halloween.
Wanted to be told robot stories several times a day while traveling in a car.
Desired to wear my red rain boots on the wrong feet, because I like the fit better.
Slept in a bed surrounded by zillions of my favorite stuffed friends.
Jumped and out of bed with the desire to grab a front loader and pretend to dig up the blue carpet in my room.
Finger painted with toothpaste on the bathroom mirror.
Squirreled away television remotes, shoes, and other assorted items under couches and behind loveseats.
Been obsessed with recycling so much that I check the bottles abandoned on the beach to see if they have triangles on them.
Been thrilled to gather sticks for hours on a Saturday to build a beaver home.
Wanted to spend hours on Youtube watching C3PO.
Crawled on the floor and pretended to be a cat.
Wondered why R2D2 and C3PO don’t have parents.
Loved to sit in the bathroom with an iPad because I might have to go to the bathroom sometime in the next few hours watching PBSKids.org.
Made a play area out of bed sheets because they were fun to lie in. ( I have laid in a pre-made play area.)
Picked up a broken piece of sidewalk outside of church and then run to the curb every Sunday like clockwork.
Told my mom I hated her and then kissed her face all over.
Danced with a broom while sweeping and listening to Old McDonald.
Relished the samples at Trader Joe’s, Williams- Sonoma, and Publix so much that I can’t stop talking about them.
Said that I loved everything so I didn’t have to remember specific things I loved about school.
Named almost every stuffed animal and sleepy time item what it is + y. We have Rabbity, Liony, Bluey ( The blue blanket), Greeny ( The green blanket) and so on.
Found joy in rolling down the back passenger window with my foot to see if my mom would noticed.
Pretended to fix my car with plastic tools.
I have done some of these things, but never in the way my son chooses to. Maybe I need to before I turn fifty. Living like my three year old in many of these ways sure sounds like fun.
This post is linked to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.