"we're playing robbers"

Yesterday my son had a friend over after school. They came into the kitchen where I was, my two and the visitor, armed with plastic swords and pillowcases over their shoulders, like little puss in boots'. "give me all your money" says my son. "I don't have any money" I say, "but I do have some jewels. Here you go." I toss my chandalier earrings into his pillowcase. "Thanks lady" he says and off they go upstairs to his room.

After a while I notice it's pretty quiet up there. That's never a good sign. I hope they haven't escaped over the road to the neighbours place. I venture up the stairs. "Quick, she's coming" I hear. Three pairs of wide eyes gaze at me innocently when I get to the top of the stairs. Angelic. And this is what I find when I try to enter my son's room. Every folded sheet, every pillow case, every teddy bear, the contents of the laundry basket (I could go on). The loot.



There are no words.