Is it really more important than making a rocket?

The other day my to-do list was a mile long, lots of cleaning to get done and I felt behind.  I had just put a batch of granola in the oven (because cooking is always more fun than cleaning) and was about to put the empty oatmeal container in the recycling...  and I paused.  This would make a great rocket, I thought.

So I put my to-do list aside and asked my son if he wanted to make a rocket.  Of course he said yes.  While I rounded up supplies, I sent him on a mission to decide which toys would be riding in the rocket.  Buzz Lightyear and a few friends of course.

I had him find the tallest and widest of his passengers to make sure we made a big enough door.  Then we used part of another box to make the top.  He and I started decorating with paper, glue, stickers and foil.  We  had a fun time!

 

For anyone who knows him, I'm sure its not surprising that his pretend play for the rest of the day was all about space missions and astronauts.  All because of a split second decision.  This is why I'm treasure being home with him.  I'm so blessed to be able to encourage him, to create memories together, and to build rockets for imaginary space missions.