He sat on the bench near the door eyeing the white hard hats on the other side of the bench. The next thing I knew, he announced, proudly wearing the hat with the strap over his forehead that he was a “fighter fighter”.
“Who are you?”
“A fighter fighter!”
“A firefighter?”
“I a fighter, fighter.”
This weekend I accompanied my daughter and her husband as we drove with Leo (3) to the Louisiana Children’s Museum in New Orleans for his special birthday weekend. We met up with my younger two daughters, son-in-law, and cousin Thomas (2). The Children’s Museum is full of pretend play areas, water, music, grocery shopping, etc. I climbed into a huge bubble-making contraption with both boys. Leo was interested in the pulleys that hoist the bubble up while Thomas whispered, “Bubble.” Then we all squealed when it popped.
Pretend play with toddler boys is fun. I could watch and listen all day. As they bounce from one thing to another, a cup becomes a gas can, a handle becomes a sword, and a puzzle becomes building blocks. At the end of the day, Mamère becomes a storyteller and lullaby singer, and that’s the best job in the whole world.
Reflections on the Teche 
That last paragraph is a stanza in a poem…just sayin’…
What Mary Lee said! And thanks for adding a warm and fuzzy note to my day. Love this post! (I keep making my husband look at pictures of your adorable grandchildren. lol)
Your post made me feel like I was there with you! So much joy, action, and love. For me, the final sentence says it all! What a great job – storytelling and lullaby singing!! Thanks for sharing.
Oh, Margaret, what a sweet experience with your darlings. I love the idea of the best jobs of this day–the storyteller and lullaby singer. Your little “fighter fighter” makes me smile thinking of the progression of language learning. It’s a miracle, isn’t it?