I was in a cleaning mood. With such a large family, things end up shoved here or there awaiting a permanent home which many times should be the trash, but there is always that feeling “you never know…”
When going through the kids cafe and kitchen, I found a large bag of mismatched containers, lids and other unused kitchen items. Instead of putting them back in the cabinet where they have taken up space for who knows how long, I filled up a large barrel with all the items and drug it to the playground.
Because the number of preschool aged children has dwindled, the “preschool playground” is now just “the playground” and is in constant use by all the young kids. With funds low, we have not splurged on play items and the kids have to get inventive in their broken toy creations.
The sandbox had not been used much but with that barrel upended, it now became the place to be.
After items were carefully chosen, the kids broke into smaller groups or found their own individual creative space and they proceeded to make their homes beautiful,
their restaurants comfortable,
and their food items delectable.
With leaves as the playground currency, in the magical beautiful world of the children of Wat Opot, money does grow on trees.