I want my son to be a creative guy.
I believe that every last one of us is a creative soul and if you don't happen to think you are it's because some mean and stupid person made you feel that way when you were young.
Not way, no how for Mr. Oliver.
His creative soul will be given many mediums for expression.
I was thinking this just now as we sat on the kitchen floor. I was slicing apples for making apple chips and to keep him entertained put out a few pots and chopsticks.
He has a thing for rhythm so we often entertain each other by banging on things with our hands.
And so it went with the chopsticks. Fun, laughter, rhythm and yes, noise.
And so it will go I think.
Creativity isn't clean and pretty and properly volumed. Its messy, loud, and perhaps even ugly.
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