For those of you who don't know him, my son is, well, different. Of course, as his mother, I can totally appreciate his uniqueness and inability to run with the pack, but it does take some getting used to for outsiders. One of his biggest quirks is how he plays with things. More or less, he just organizes his playthings in patterns or designs all over the floor. To "play" with him simply means to sit on the floor with him, not touching a thing, while he is busily lining things up.
Here is a timeline of a romp with Pooky:
Step 1: Get in an extra weird, quirky mood. Kind of creep out your mom.
Step 2: Gather objects with which to "play." For this example, we'll use hotwheels, but his favorite objet d'art happens to be sharp, spiny seashells.
Step 3: And this is perhaps the most important step...choose a major thoroughfare of the home, and begin the makings of a gigantic display of aforementioned playthings. You can randomly scatter them, or as in this case, you may line them up methodically.
Step 4: Stand back and admire your work. Also, prepare yourself to totally freak out if someone touches any part of it.
Step 5: Laugh maniacally when your Mama tickles you with her feet for simply being the cutest thing in the whole world.
This photo will be my entry for iHeartFaces' photo contest this week: Bust a Gut.