Whenever I see how jazzed by 16-month-old son gets whenever he sees something cool, it automatically brings me back to my childhood. I try to get as excited about pots and pans as he is, but, it just doesn't seem right. So my enthusiasm comes from my interest in why I'm so stuck-up as an adult. I start to get into playing with his toys and other random household objects just because I'm fighting to have an imagination again.
It's strangely beautiful to just drum up excitement for the most mundane things, but that's the power of creativity and, without trying to sound all self-help-ey, it's probably the key to being happy.
But sometimes, our imaginations can take pretty inappropriate turns.
Here's the full text of the letter:
Although this is not a behaviour letter as such, I am writing to inform you of something that has come to our attention and that you may wish to discuss further with [blank].
[Blank] and a few of his friends often make up characters, give them amusing names and then they have exciting adventures at playtimes. This in itself is an imaginative and creative pastime and causes no harm. However, it has come to our attention that one of the characters has the name 'Wildo the Dildo' and this has, I am sure you can understand, raised some concerns with us.
On further discussion, none of the children said they knew what it meant, but were aware that it was an inappropriate word to be using. One of the children said they picked up the word on the playground, so we will be following this up further and dealing with accordingly.
I hope you can appreciate the reason I am informing you of this matter and please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish to discuss it further."
Something tells me Wildo the Dildo won't be getting his own Saturday morning cartoon anytime soon.
Being a parent definitely has its perks.