We had moved to Fort St. John the year I started Kindergarten – and my brother and I used to play at the side of the house, in a sandbox. We used to make different food dishes and we would name them obscure names. We would stir, sift, dig, layer, pound and pile sand for hours and in the winter we did the same thing, but with snow! I remember presenting my mom with a dish of “Consommé” made of dirt – hmmmm delish. Now I see my Three Year old and Eight Year tootle around the house and yard making up their own words and language, and I sooo get it!