In favor of simplicty

On Saturday, during my daughter's dance recital, I was charged with keeping my son entertained during the hour-plus chasm between her first and second performances. 

I took the hungry boy to CVS and told him that he could buy anything he wanted as a snack. 
He chose raisins despite my attempts to push him into Animal Crackers or Oreos.

I wanted to share.

Then I asked him which of the nine hundred plastic electronic colorful noisy flashing branded toys in the backseat of the car he wanted. 

Instead, he picked up a rock and a stick off the ground and said, "I want to play with this stuff."

And he did. The whole time.

A stick and a rock and some raisins. 

The boy understands the joy of simplicity. Let it be a reminder to all of us.