I haven't figured this out yet . . .
If you’ve read my last post on balls, then this picture will reinforce what I say about them. This picture makes me want to be a kid again. In fact, it’s a little upsetting that there aren’t places where adults can go to play in a giant adult sized ball pit. Well, maybe there are because I haven’t been everywhere, but if there are, there definitely aren’t enough of them around.
Maybe I’m just forgetful, but I actually can’t ever remember playing in a ball pit. Anywhere. I grew up in Honolulu and I think when I was a kid there was one McDonald’s that had a ball pit, but we never went to that one. I don’t recall seeing them anywhere as a kid. Now that I’m a dad I see them everywhere I go. I can go certain places where there will be at least three or four ball pit locations if you go one mile in any direction.
If you’ve ever been deprived of this childhood joy or any other, you have my empathy.
Not that it has anything to do with balls, but my son has recently taken a greater interest in music. I wish I had a better picture, or even video of his dancing, but despite his solipsistic nature, he sometimes gets camera shy. It was a miniscule miracle to get this one.
The cool thing about this newfound love of music is that every time a song comes on, it becomes a dance party. He’ll shout, “dance party,” and we all start dancing. This is also the case with slow songs.
If you’ve never seen a small child dance, then you haven’t lived. It’s enormously entertaining and will make you forget any self-conscious feelings of embarrassment you may have towards dancing. It’s quite liberating to just put on a song and start having a dance party as if you were in the middle of a broadway musical.
If you want to give it a try, I strongly suggest it. You’ll likely have more fun doing that, than anything else you do all day.