We had a few extra little feet in our home this weekend while some good friends of ours moved house. Everything went as smoothly and peacefully as it could with 4 children scampering in and out all day long. It was actually too easy, I started to think I could actually handle another child in our midst... oh my!
The children we looked after also come from a TV-free home and it was just beautiful to see them all playing without ever once stopping to think there might be something more entertaining to do. Not once did they ever stop to say, "I'm bored" or ask to be entertained by us or a machine. One by one they wandered over to the couch to read books if they were tired, but mostly they played in the backyard, contentedly, the entire day. The eldest of the group initiated the making of a compost heap. I had a good chuckle with Brad, as children's play so often imitates adults and wasn't it wonderful and telling (and humorous) that making compost had become so intriguing that he wanted to have a go?
Of course, when you think about it, what child wouldn't want to make a compost heap? Just look at the fun that was had!