Voudou

I am starting to think that shamanism has genetic beginnings. This morning, Sprout took all the heads off of his little tiny Lego people and collected them together in a jar. "Dat is my jar full of heads," he said. Oooh, that sent a tiny frisson up my spine. Tres voudou-esque. Then he took them out and put them all together into what looked like a totem pole of heads. My little shaman. Aunt Frieda would be proud.