My cousins and I spent a good part of the summer months every year pretending to be detectives (Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew inspired), mystery solvers (courtesy Enid Blyton), pirates, cops, robbers, campers- whatver caught our fancy. So it is no big surprise that the one thing I hoped my baby would inherit as part of my gene pool was an imagination that would sustain him through life.
Recently, having exhausted his usual broom and mop cleaning routine, Nadi must have figured that he needed to find something new to entertain us with. So one day, out of the blue, he decides to Harry Potter us. The game is that he puts the red basket on top of his head- and you have to look for him. He will then lead you to different objects in the room- chair, door, teddy bear, cat, khala, shoes, whatever and you have to ask them if they have seen Nadi. And when you have walked all over the house with him, having exhausted all potential of being able to find him, with a war-whooping yell of delight he pulls the invisibility cloak off and reveals himself to everyone.
And to think we thought magic was dead.