My phone is brimming with puppet videos the big boys have been producing. Odd props litter the floors and a symphony of cooperation drifts through the house. I'm pretty sure filming is one way they've determined to avoid actual school, dismissing Pythagorean theory and fractions plotted on number lines, but cinema feels a little like art and english and I don't mind slash they're GETTING ALONG.
Meanwhile Hank's been working on his first book report, recreating a scene from the story, planning wardrobe and set design. He made a list of materials he'd need to look just like that brilliant young man, Iggy Peck - a pencil, a pointer, green shoes and hairspray.
If the process of noticing comes first, all three boys have moved from fairly conscious consumers to pretty imaginative makers. Exploring, copying, creating... perhaps boredom's best gifts.
2 comments:
I love Iggy Peck the Architect (but I love Hank Betz even more!)
Wow, for a moment, I thought Iggy Peck stopped by your house!
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