Urban Legend

We were playing Native American village yesterday in the cold and blustery, very November weather, inspired by our Mashantucket Pequot museum visit. Bud's already become quite a shot with his bow, sending arrows more than 25 feet. Luckily the arrows have little power and no tip so they won't hurt anyone, but we're still encouraging safety and aiming only at trees, bushes, or the ground. Sis was the medicine woman in the two-story wigwam (aka our playset fort). "It's a New York wigwam," she explained, "with a shop on the bottom and the house on the top." Plus, apparently, it has tv: when Bud went on his elk hunt, we stayed behind to watch on television! Very urban Indians, these, which is in keeping with our continued emphasis that Native Americans today don't live in wigwams and wear feathers all the time but are still very much present and living their culture. It's very present for us too, because as I type, here at 8:30 on a Sunday morning, the kids have headed outside into yet more cold to continue playing.