I'd like to believe that material things don't matter much to me -that all I need is the basic simplicities of life to be happy. But lately, I keep imagining the happiness that would fill my life if I were to wake up each morning and eat a bowl of cereal from a fiestaware cereal bowl. I could choose tangerine or shamrock or sunflower depending on my mood, and I am pretty sure the entire day would be better.
I would use the lunch dishes to teach basic colors -- "Seth, what color is your bowl?" -- and numbers -- "Katelin, how many blue plates are on the table?" And instead of tossing a few plastic dishes on the table at dinner time, I would carefully set a new palette of dishes each night. It would be simple. It would be beautiful. I would be happy. Don't you think??