My in-laws have a window seat with cushions. Benjamin discovered them on about his third day there visiting, and Zachary soon joined in, helping his brother toss them on the floor and then wrestling with him upon them. On Saturday, we returned from the zoo, and the boys commenced chasing each other around the house while holding foot-and-a-half long, column-shaped pillows.
Periodically, Benjamin would trip, with his brother on top of him. Usually, this experience occasions tears, but since he was falling on a substantial, cylindrical pillow, he laughed all the harder. Finally, his father scooped him up and took him up to prepare for a nap.
I remained downstairs, going into the kitchen to put away the lunch dishes. From the next room, I could hear Zachary playing with his cylindrical cushion. And, what was my sweet boy saying, as he demonstrated his ability to amuse himself with simple playthings rather than complex toys?
“This is my p-nis. This is my BIG p-nis.”