This lady brings children here a few times a week. She must run a day home, as they aren't her children.
She micro manages their play. "You can't play checkers, you're too small." So don't play checkers; play with the pieces and make your own game. "Don't stand on there again." Never mind that they can't reach the games if they sit. "Tires are black, and you should colour all of the car blue." The kid is four. Let him colour a rainbow car with purple tires if he wants to!
It is thought provoking to listen to. What parts of my own life do I needlessly try to manage into perfection instead of relaxing and enjoying the beauty of "chaos"?
I don't know, but perhaps now I'll find out.