Playing Shop - An Upgrade

When I was small, I love playing shop. Me and my neighbourhood friends would just pluck plants from the yard for stuff to sell and buy and also as money. Sometimes we'd raid the kitchen for items to sell too but doing that would incur the wrath of my mom.

If Raimie is cooped up in the house, he loves playing make believe and his favourite is playing shop as a restaurateur. Both Zaini and I are usually coerced to be his customers.

He would draw out menus (complete with price), make the food item from plasticine - those cheap 1 colour bar pack (I'm afraid we never got around buying expensive clay for him like Play-Doh or such); but unlike my childhood where we used leaves or scraps as money, my son would give us a card each (his Ultraman playing card, no less) and told us they are credit cards for us to use for payment. Talk about changing time! He's playing shop complete with make believe credit cards, charge accounts, scanners and the whatnot!

Anyway, glad to inform that after two weeks being confined in the house because of chicken-pox, he can finally go to school on Monday. And luckily, the scar wasn't that bad and barely noticeable.

But because of the chicken pox, I don't think he'll be involve in any sports event for his school's sports day next week on Saturday.