Tidying is a fancy way of saying I put everything away. You see, farming, farming and more farming is all we do around these parts. His farming paraphernalia starts in one room and spills across the whole house. Tractors, cows, bales of hay, etc. Our play room had this magnificent kitchen area, that has been unused for some time due to the farm expansion project. He's in charge, that's for sure. This little girl has been told her favorite tractors are Farmalls. She can't like John Deere tractors because only he can like John Deere. She's not allowed to like cows because cows are his favorite. Two people in the same house couldn't both like cows. It's not allowed, apparently. She's also either the menace who 'ruins' everything or she's the hired help who has to follow orders. Not that she minds, usually. She just goes with the flow and does what she's told most often.
I wondered...if I got all the farming stuff out and left her with a clean slate, would she go find the farming stuff? Is she farming because she wants to or because she is told to? What's her favorite?
Out went all the farming stuff. And practically everything else too.
She's been at kitchen play much more often lately. And he has his elaborate county fair scene in the other room that he's hard at work building. A farmer never rests, you see.
Lots of good pretend play. That's what childhood is all about. Perhaps you agree?