It started off as a normal game of London bridge.
Then things went haywire when the “bridge” came falling down, and the kids climbed on top of it.
It looks as if they were trying to conquer the bridge — affectionately known as daddy.
I love capturing such silly moments that fill our mundane days and rather ordinary weekends.
Day after day, we play, we laugh, we learn, we cry, we get going again.
Days like these remind me of my own childhood, where I used to play at void-decks, wander into neighbours’ houses, run all over the playground with my brother and other kids.
Moments like these go by with nary a care or a worry.
I love it that they teach me something. To be present, fully present, with my family when we’re together. To appreciate (and learn from) the husband’s exemplary playful behaviour.
What bonding activities do you enjoy most with your kids?