The mud kitchen has taken over. We built it in October expecting it to be a winter thing and it has become the centre of the room's social life, which is not what we planned and is much better than what we planned.
What is actually happening out there is negotiation. Who gets the big pan. Whether the soup is finished. Whether the birds will like it. Three-year-olds working out how to share a limited resource in the cold, for an hour, without an adult adjudicating — this is worth more than almost anything we could have set up indoors.
Indoors we have been mixing colour. Several children have discovered independently that green and pink make brown and have expressed clear disappointment about it. We have not intervened.
