One day in this summer,
inside a toy shop,
Iza asked," Mommy, can I have clay?
No instructions are needed when playing with clay..."
I wondered what things are instructions required.
Then I asked.
" I don't know..." she said.
"What things you play with are without any instructions??"
"Clay, paper, pencil...
I don't know..."
I am amazed.
I never think this way.
I can never be so conscious to classify what allows more freedom.