We live in a big city. My kids are city kids. They are quite accustomed to big crowds, lots of traffic, and being able to do all the city has to offer. They are also spoiled at home with toys and electronic devices to keep them as lazy and slovenly as anyone can imagine. And yet. And yet, they are really very simple kids. They would much rather play outside than just about anything.
There is sidewalk chalk.
Roller skating. Of course, it helps if you wear a tutu.
But, really, the highlight of this summer is this:
For those of you who don't have Scouts for sons or engineer/carpenters for husbands, this is a push cart. Hubs and the boy made it a couple of weeks ago. It has seen a lot of action in those couple of weeks.
The steering is accomplished (or not) by the passenger's feet on the front axle. The power comes from whomever is behind it running. Like so:
Poor thing hasn't gotten the steering part down just yet.
No motors. No plugs. No screens. And although they sometimes scare me to death, I can't tell you how pleased I am that they can have so much fun playing like this. This is what childhood should be like.