When in doubt, flip a table over. When we added a few suitcases, this one became an airplane. It's been a train before, a boat, a fire truck. We've painted on the bottoms of other tables using a variety of techniques, applied glitter, bounced ping pong balls, and played tic-tac-toe. Flipping a table is easier than actually rearranging furniture and achieves the same result of altering perspectives. Besides, I may be getting to be too much of an old fuddy-duddy to change the whole room. I like it just the way it is, thank you very much. (I don't feel the same way about our outdoor classroom, however, but that's probably because it's less than a year old.)
I know at one point they were flying to the beach. They all came over to the block area carrying their suit cases, calling it the beach, but then went right back to the airplane. Remember when flying was sometimes more fun than the destination? These days, to me at least, flying feels like this:
Some of them sat in those chairs on the bottom of the table for the better part of a half hour. It kind of made me wish we had some need for them all to sit so still for so long in a single place, but we never do.
I'm also old enough to remember when people used to dress up a little when they flew, respecting their fellow passengers with something other than sweats, shorts and flip flops.
Does that make me sound like too much of an old fuddy-duddy? I suppose it had to happen sometime. And then there's always that guy who insists on getting thing in and out of his carry-on. I'm ashamed to admit I find it annoying even when he's not sitting next to me. Yes, at least when it comes to flying, I'm an old fuddy-duddy.
It was a long flight and I don't think any of them cared where they were going. It was all about the journey, a lesson for this old fuddy-duddy to keep in mind.