A Sunday at Bisweywand

Sunday evening after dinner Nathan discovered the empty pear box. I canned pears on Friday, and tidy people would have removed the box from their house before Sunday. But tidy people would have missed this enjoyment:

He decided the box was a boat, and that the boat would go over the waterfall (the stairs). He spent some time trying to find a parent to push his boat, then spent some time trying to navigate his boat down the stairs himself. I was a little mystified at where this idea had sprung from, fully formed and so ready for execution. Then he started talking about Bisweywand (Disneyland). Ah.

Recently, a classmate at preschool had gone to Disneyland. Nathan's told me about it a few times. So, preschool + Bisweywand = my son knows about Splash Mountain. And he knows it's scary.

He doesn't know what Disneyland is exactly, but he knows he wants to go to there.

Clara, for her part, claimed the other half of the box for her boat. But she didn't try to convince anyone to push her down the stairs in it.