I knew the kids liked the game, but I was still surprised when they made their own pretend version of it one summer afternoon. Each blanket and pillow was a piece of the island. Sometimes they'd sink and have to be fixed. Sometimes they'd sink and be gone forever. Sometimes they'd move. The kids jumped around from place to place doing whatever it was they had decided was their goal. They stayed busy for quite a while that afternoon.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Forbidden Island
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