Monday night we played Jr. Monopoly with the boys.
Monday night Roman won (again).
Monday night we talked about how
Roman always wins
And he panics if he thinks he is going to lose
And about how Deacon is a good sport.
Monday night we talked about how Roman likes big bills.
And he doesn't like to spend them.
And he likes to tell other people what bills they need to pay him.
After the boys went to bed on Monday night Noah and I talked about
And how we are tired of nagging them and constantly saying "now it's his turn," "Pay this now", "wash your hair", "ok now put your other sock on".
I said that sometimes I wonder if we are too busy. We are always instructing and instructing because we have to get here or there or pick up so and so or put someone to bed.
And I said that I had been thinking about what it would be like if there wasn't a deadline for getting out of the locker room. And what would it look like if there was nothing following Monopoly so there was no reason to hurry.
And we thought for a minute.
And Noah laughed. We both did. We both had tried it in the locker room.
They surf on the benches.
They climb in the lockers.
They have a water fight with the shower nozzle.
They experiment with the hair dryers.
They would stay in the locker room for a very long time.
They have no agenda.
They have no watches.
They are so in the moment, my boys.
And Monopoly? What if we didn't coach them along?
They would take breaks.
No one would remember who's turn it is.
Someone would bump the board while cutting a swath with a light saber.
That was Monday night.
It is now Wednesday and I am still pondering how to keep order while minimizing instruction.