Become like little children
by chuckofish
Yesterday, two little boys — sons of friends from church — visited me at my office to see its treasures and learn about ancient languages. When their parents and little brother picked them up someone took a picture.
We had so much fun! I showed them some cuneiform tablets, some potsherds, Greek arrowheads, chain mail gauntlets (made by a student) and other wonders. We investigated different writing systems and learned a few words of Latin. Then we shot marbles across my office with a model trebuchet kind of like this:
But the best part of the day was the Lego battle royal. Naturally my minifigs were a huge hit and when the boys divided them up and started playing I was more than content to sit back and listen to their wonderful, wonderful commentary — “curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal” would not have been out of place. Phrases like “dastardly Knave” and “fiendish villain” filled the air.
George Washington had a violent and prolonged duel with a Samurai driving a jeep, while the bagpiper got whacked by Julius Caesar and the Cyclops wrangled an Aztec warrior. I could have watched all day! In fact, the only time I got a little nervous was when the whole family crammed into my small, Lego/marble strewn office to investigate the reproduction Roman gladius and the youngest got a hold of it. But no worries, the parents, who are very chill, had everything under control. I can’t remember the last time I had such fun at the office .
In other news, son #3 had a live gig on the radio. I didn’t get to hear it, but someone with a camera recorded the event which made it onto facebook, and thus, eventually to me. Here’s the pic.
All in all, it was a nice week, though still cold and snowy. Although there’s plenty of work to do this weekend, I’m going to save some time to play. Remember what George Bernard Shaw said: “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
Have fun!





I am so glad you had fun with the youngens in your office. Good times. Also, I must note that #3 is such a perfect genetic combo of his parents. He is such a man now.
This morning I got a very lovely thank-you email from each boy, which contained, among other sweet comments, “I hope I can play with you again” and “you = perfect + 354”. — I wonder what the significance of 354 is? The cockles of my heart have been well warmed!
Sounds like lots of fun. Little boys with real swords!!
That sounds like so much fun! Elias is going to be sorely disappointed when he next hangs out with me; I have no toys for him.
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