ABSTRACT
I watched this little one as happy as a sandboy in the home corner, loading the trashing machine, turning the knobs, doing the ironing. He knew exactly what to do in this domestic world and his teachers commented on his lovely symbolic play. He would play in the home corner all day every day if he had the chance. I was observing the other children coming in and out and all went well until one boy tried to snatch the box of soap powder from him. At first he allowed himself to be pushed and then you could see it in his face – a look which said, ‘I can’t stand for this’ and I saw him stand full square, his feet apart, stretching as tall as he possibly could and he sort of clenched his hands up and snatched the box back and carried on. He won that battle.
