We have entered this magical stage in life when all of a sudden Neko draws or makes or says something, and we do a double-take because there’s actually a good amount of thinking and planning behind it. It really is amazing, watching her brain tick away as she thinks through things at a completely new scale.
I turned around in the middle of trying to unpack a box in the basement, and Neko had built this structure with blocks. “It’s a museum,” she said. She had carefully built a grand entrance, prominently featured on most museums we visit, and then several rooms that lay beyond. There were doorways, and one of the rooms, she pointed out, was a theatre. She used every single block in the bag to build her museum. I can’t imagine what it would have become if we’d had more blocks.