"Closed. You can't come in," the little one tells another. He stands in the doorway of the Children's Teahouse, legs and arms, whole body and head, blocking the door likes a giant, cheerful X.
We observe the play, first and foremost, just for the joy of it. We observe to rediscover the wonder of play. Then we also observe to follow the relationships. We look for the connections between people, between bits of information, and between the children and the natural world. And because of this, we know the children.