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1.27.2009

And Then The Writer...

There is a massive plastic purge on the calendar for this house in the Spring. Massive. We have far too much plastic stuff, and I hate it all.

Except for the Playmobils. We all love Playmobil. Playmobil rocks. You understand.

This weekend, the kids were inspired to set up playmobil scenes to be photographed. This first one is, of course, a family portrait. From left to right: Hercules, me, Belle, Shortcake, Dimples, and Mowgli. I've just now noticed that both parents are holding megaphones. Are the kids trying to tell us something? Hmmmm...


There were many, many scenes created. I will spare you the entire slideshow. This is the final scene from the story The Pirate's Heart. Belle wrote an adorable story about two pirate crews in search of treasure. In the end, after much sailing and fighting, they find that there is only a plastic heart inside the chest. One of the burly pirates has an epiphany: "I think it means love! And together they discovered the treasure of friends." (Stop laughing! It's cute!)


Interestingly, the story and scene-making came to an abrupt halt early on. I came into the kitchen to witness overturned pirate ships, scattered papers, and screaming children. They were fighting over the plot--obviously they had not yet discovered the treasure of friends, either! I tried this joke, and it did not work.

After they all stomped out of the room, I picked up the scribbled manuscript. I have edited the spelling because, although the errors are cute, I'm afraid you might question the fine education that my children receive at the fine institute of learning at which their virtuous father is the fine principal. Ahem. The manuscript read:
Once upon a time, on an island lost (you might have heard of it, it is called Lost Island!) the two teams of pirates fought and fought for one thing and one thing only... the treasure! And each team of four, they sailed and sailed for many months, but no treasure. AND THEN THE WRITER GOT MAD!

11 comments:

MindFul MiMi said...

What a creative way to play. It gives them play time, spurs their creativity and gets them into theatre and writing :-)

jw26pt2 said...

Wow. I loved the family portrait! And I lol'd about you trying the joke :) You sure are a cool mom!

SuperMom said...

Very cool, especially Ki's adorable story. Why are you holding such a huge stick in the family portrait?

MOST with an attitude said...

And where are Shortcakes clothes?!!
Very cute story...I love the ending. Doesn't it remind you of Hollywood? :)

Anonymous said...

Hope I can blogging again with some spirit. rb

JCsings4Him said...

OMW. Fabulous...you have very creative and ingenious children.

I LOVED IT ALL!

And, I, too, would like to know why you weild such a large stick? And where are shortcakes clothes?? Sorry...someone asked that question already.

You guys make me smile...all the time!

cath c said...

fabulou story and photos!

goodlookinfamilypoppy said...

well dressed family.....


"A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, And says: A beer please, And one for the road."

Maestro said...

^ lol, one for the road... ^

I think the plastic heart suits the story... um, b/c all the pirates are plastic too... :)

Anonymous said...

I didn't notice the megaphone, but why do they have you carrying the big stick?? I want to know if it works; I might have to consider that. And, having said that... the heart story reminds me of the cheesy song that I still love about the people fighting over the treasure. When the selfish ones finally get the treasure they open it- "And peace on earth was all it said!" La, la, la

Terri said...

I was more concerned about the gun and the cowboy hat than the big stick, but now that you mention it...

I'm going to go with: the stick is from a Roman tent set. I'm sure I was just putting up a tent, not beating them. LOL

And the nakey baby was baby Jesus from an old nativity set. She's not nakey: she's wrapped in swaddling clothes!