8-10 hours per week I drive Gaston to and from preschool and watch him while his mom works part time. Today we played race cars with a really cool track that shoots the cars across the room (10 min putting the track together, 3 min playing), we ate lunch (30 min; Gaston a bologna sandwhich and me leftover vegetables and mashed sweet potatoes; 10 minutes of which were spent with Gaston playing his iTouch - I can't even turn the thing on), played with transformers where my butt was royally whooped by Gaston's Optimus Prime (10 min), back to the race cars (5 min), Astro Boy (pretty clever animated movie 30 min), more Autobot and Decepticon transformer battles (10 min; 5 of which was spent actually transforming Wheely into a tow truck) and more Astro Boy (15 min).
I have concluded that if I was Gaston, I would have the same attention span. With all the cool toys no doubt I wouldn't know what to play with first! Why don't grownups have the same vivid imagination?! Half the time he was going on about who knows what, perfectly content playing by himself (considering I probably just got in the way). If there's nothing good on TV (which there isn't in the middle of the day), and I'm not particularly enthralled by whatever book I am in the midst of, what exactly is there for a grownup to do? Granted I don't have a grownup job and I don't have kids, I feel like my imagination went down the toilet some 15 years ago! Thank you Gaston for waking me up to see that talking to yourself, zooming your toys around the room and dancing to music on TV is indeed socially acceptable and GASP, even a good time!
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