Sort the Laundry
Darks here, lights there, and a two year old who takes it very seriously.
Cette situation a ses propres règles avec un enfant de 4 ans : énergie différente, espace différent, patience différente. Un enfant de quatre ans suit une consigne en deux ou trois étapes et passera volontiers vingt minutes sur ce qu'il a choisi.
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37 activités trouvées
Darks here, lights there, and a two year old who takes it very seriously.
Name a colour. They run. You sit down.
Close your eyes. What made that noise?
A cupboard of containers and lids that do not match. Sort it out.
A real job, done properly, by someone who is four.
Reach in, feel one object, and describe it without naming it.
A bowl of warm soapy water buys you a genuinely peaceful half hour.
Be a cat, a cobra, a tree. Ten minutes of stretching that does not feel like stretching.
A tray of rice, some cups, and twenty minutes of total absorption.
Ten minutes on the timer and everything off the floor.
Wooden spoons, saucepans, and a licence to make noise.
How long can you stand on one leg? Now with your eyes shut.
Ten objects on a tray, thirty seconds to look, then one disappears.
Lights off, one torch, and a spot of light to chase around the room.
Tape a huge sheet of paper to the floor and let them draw on their hands and knees.
Face each other and copy every movement exactly, in silence.
The building is fine. The knocking down is the whole point.
Music on, dance. Music off, freeze. That is the whole game.
Bandages, a clipboard, and every soft toy in the house admitted for treatment.
Cushions, chairs and tape turn your floor into a course they will run ten times.
Rolled up socks and a laundry basket. That is the entire setup.
Freeze small toys in a tub of water and let them dig them out.
One balloon. It must not touch the floor.
A potato on a spoon and a very slow, very serious walk down the hall.
A menu, an order pad, and one very slow waiter.
Flour, salt and water make a dough that keeps forever once baked.
A big box, some tape, and no instructions whatsoever.
A torch, a bare wall, and hands that turn into animals.
Wellies on, stick in hand, and every puddle on the street measured.
Every blanket in the house, one afternoon, one secret headquarters.
A trail of clues around the house, ending in something small.
A pine cone, some lard, and birdseed. Hang it up and wait.
Build the fort, then read inside it by torchlight.
Ten plastic bottles, a soft ball, and a hallway.
Cushions, a torch and a stack of books in a corner they made themselves.
A pillowcase each and a finish line down the hallway.
You describe. They draw. Nobody looks.