Oliver told me today that he wanted to put on a show in the living room. He elaborately set up chairs for Hazel and me to sit in and turned off all the lights. I was excited to watch, and wondered if he would be dancing or singing or performing a skit of some kind.
So Hazel and I sat down, and then Oliver came and sat down with us. He said, “Don’t worry, I have, like, five thousand remotes.”
He then pointed an imaginary remote control at the cleared space in the living room, and said we were watching a show about kitties.
No skit. No dancing. No singing. No poetry recitals. Nope. My kid wanted to put on a pretend show.