My children have always surprised me by taking things I plan or make for them in rather unexpected directions. I still remember how upset I was when, as a young mother of only one child, I watched Nicholas, at 16 months or so, take the specially-shaped-for-little-hands crayons that I'd bought him and use them as projectiles, specially-shaped-for-little-hands-to-throw! And, as a baby, he never played with his colorful fabric cube with a rattling bell inside: he'd just chew on the label. I don't know whether other parents have similar experiences, but things never seem to turn out quite the way I envision them.
Six years ago, at the time when I was all creativity-oriented and probably thinking more of what my boys ought to be doing than about their actual likings or inclinations, I made a puppet theater for Jeremy. We have a small house, and I devised a way to make a theater that could be hung from a door frame while being used, and rolled away easily afterwards. My puppet theater, however, was used perhaps twice for puppet shows, and it never got rolled away, either: Jeremy hung it on the bunk bed, and used it to turn his lower bunk a secret and more private space. My puppet theater had become his indoor hideout.
Nowadays my puppet theater, alias Jeremy's wall, has also become Rebecca's favorite place to play peek-a-boo. She'll trot to the room, climb on Jeremy's bed and call "where is Rebecca?".
PS ~ I actually intended to write a "How to make your own Roll-Away Puppet Theater" tutorial when I started writing. But, "How to make your own Roll-Away Puppet Theater that will never get used as such for a long time" would have been more appropriate after this introduction, and I can just see you all leaping at it! Come to think of it, I'm even more amazed by just how unpredictable things are with me.