What is it with little kids and blankets? It is so fascinating to watch the reaction of my rugrats if I do something as simple as spread a big blanket on the floor. They squeal in delight. Jump, leap , and roll on it like a pair on new puppies on fresh green grass. The thing that had been in a lump in the corner of the living room suddenly becomes an pond to swim in, an island, the perfect spot for a pretend picnic. Gotta love that creativity and joy. In the 6 year we have been parents, I’ve noticed that it’s difficult to be crabby while doing certain “kid activities”. One is playing Play Doh. Another is skipping (ever seen any frowning skippers?….me either) and the third is rolling with wild abandon on soft fuzzy blanket in the middle of the floor (ignoring the Ketchup stains from the last pretend picnic). Wow. How swell it would be if life was just that simple. Maybe I should take this philosophy to work? Think of how joyful my day could be if I could step back from the last three crabby customer calls and leisurely fashion a set of Play Doh dishes and cups. If I had time I could make Play Doh noodles and peas and have my own pretend picnic. On my warm fuzzy blanket, of course. Or I as stagger out of the Monday-morning-suck-the-life-from-my-body managers meeting, I could simply SKIP back to my office. If I was really feeling frisky, I could take my next few calls sitting Indian style having a juice and cracker snack. Ok, maybe not Indian style. Last time I did that I thought I was gonna have to call Peterson Towing to unstick my 43-year old legs and get me off the floor. But maybe I should take a lesson from from the 3-foot-tall people in my life and relish some of the simpler things. In fact I think I will start right now. Pass the animal crackers and Legos please.