And just like that, we’ve moved seamlessly from the world of pirates and the high seas, to detectives, mysteries, magnifying glasses and solving crimes.
I’m actually not quite sure what the trigger was; perhaps there was none. All I know is that my almost-four-year-old is now very slowly investigating his world, magnifying glass in hand, looking for clues that monsters have been visiting, and following (real and imagined) footprints on the floor.
My conversations with Judah nowadays tend to follow this tract:
Me: Judah
J: I need you to come with me and look for the foofprimts I saw outside with my magmify glass.
Me: Peanut butter or honey on your sandwich?
J: Mummy, when did you see the monster yesterday?
Me: Only when he was dancing in the front garden. Now, what do you want for lunch?
J: Um, I want some money to catch the plane to the detective shop in Adelaide
Whenever it isn’t mealtime or naptime or you-need-to-do-this-now time, we all join in the detective work. This morning, I explained to him that good detectives ask a lot of questions, and write the answers down in a notebook that they keep in their pockets. Said notebook was found, and a pencil given, and the questions began; random things like, what did you have for breakfast? Or, why do you like yellow?
I guess you never know what questions will solve the mystery, right?
What games are your little ones playing at the moment? Or, do you remember playing detective games when you were a kid?
Nat
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