or play jacks

or catch fire flies on a summer eve

or build castles in the sand

or plays hopscotch on the sidewalk

...or climb trees...

... or go snowtubing in January. Come on, wintertime!!!

Or shuck off the shoes and go running through grass.

or go to the store in one's jammies

or skip stones across the water

Marilyn, I loved all your quotes this week, but the wonderful whimsy of this one is my favorite. Thanks for the pleasure.

Or lick the cookie batter bowl.

Marilyn, I think it's been a good week. I hope you'll be a regular signer upper for quotes.

Or helps their kitten chase butterflies.

Yes, please, sign again soon.

Or make shadow puppets with a flashlight on the wall when the electricity fails, while reciting Robert Louis Stevenson's 'The Shadow':

"I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed."

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one reveling in silly innocent fun still...josh

Or make shadow puppets with a flashlight on the wall when the electricity fails, while reciting Robert Louis Stevenson's 'The Shadow':

"I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed."

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one reveling in silly innocent fun still...josh

Josh, that is one of the poems I can still recite nearly from memory. Thanks for the grin...Batya