Lately, I have been noticing the imagination of my kids. Just yesterday my little one was outside playing on the deck. I watched her up by the railing and pretending like she was ordering food and proceeded to eat her fake food.

 After that, both of my girls were playing like they were at school. They were sitting in the living room “crisscross apple sauce” is what the older girl said. That’s where you sit Indian style. Then they sat there and raised their hands and were both asking questions to a fake teacher.

 It made me really happy to see them using their imaginations. It brought back a lot of memories from when I was a kid. I wish I could still use my imagination like that. Now, I just use my imagination thinking of ways to fix something or how great life would be if my ex wife just up and left us alone. I gotta admit, the thought of that enters my imagination quite a bit.