Our footsteps are not in sync.
Big feet moving fast and with purpose.
Little feet dancing underneath.
The rhythm is uneven.
Until the (unexpected) loud clanging of metal saucepan on stove brings the dance to a sudden halt.
The dancing continues outside.
Tiny feet moving alone while hunting for treasures.
Green things, brown things, round things, smooth things.
An extension of our favourite game...
What do you think we'll find today?
The backyard becomes a stage to a song of squeals accompanying that dance.
The bright plastic basket is filled with their finds.
The little dancing feet return.
And on a table centered with colourful treasures, dinner is finally served.