Move over Cindy Lauper because preschool boys have something on those girls!

Recently, I had a couple nephews over who are the same ages as my two boys.  Soon they discovered the joy of the exercise-studio-turned-rumpus-room.  With homemade rocket packs taped to their backs, they were flying, zooming around an alien landscape, attacking giant blobs (physio balls) and making out-of-this-world faces in a vertical reflecting surface.  Very curious, this alien planet.

Often just sitting back and letting them play it out is best.  I don’t think my imagination could be half as vivid as theirs. This is the ultimate in nervous system development at its best: in play and imagination.  Their bodies were moving and they were having fun.  Exercise should be fun, don’t you agree?

As for me, while they’re imagining, I can be the rocket pack engineer, especially when that tape loses its grip.  In between fixes, I can also imagine a planet of warm sudsy bubbles taking me to a deeper level of relaxation…