Remember when the floor was hot lava...

Do you remember when the floor was hot lava or an alligator lake, and the couch cushions beneath your feet were all that could keep you safe? I'd forgotten this game until I watched my children play.

I'd also forgotten how it felt to rub my fingers along a bumpy wall or hear the thump thump of my heels kicking a chair or taste the smoothness of a pen cap on my tongue.

I thought the children were picking up germs, or being too loud or ruining a good pen, but they were enjoying the texture, the sounds, the taste of life. The things I'm too busy, or jaded, to notice.

I am trying to learn from my children. I lie on the floor with Zay so I can see what he sees. I let Jazzy sit on my back and sing songs about the furniture. I listen to Drew's jokes, which are only funny because they have no rhyme or reason.

I'm tuning into Life: In Full Color, with Sound Effects.

No reality TV necessary.

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Here are the kids jumping from the mountain (4 couch cushions stacked up):


Here's Jazzy trying not to fall in the "lagoo":