This is my sort of spinning:
child: I don't want a banana with my lunch
me (having already opened the banana): Are you sure? It will be great! You already have macaroni and cheese, and with this banana it will be a yellow meal! I can even give you some goldfish if you'd like. It's yellow day! How cool is that?
child: awesome! I'm having an all yellow lunch! Ha ha ha little sister, you're not!
And so I begin spinning for the next child.
I think parents do a lot of this sort of spinning. Just yesterday we were having a massive paper mache pumpkin making extravaganza in the middle of our circle. Everyone was dripping with the homemade glue as we helped the kids get newspaper strips circled around their balloons.
One little girl's soggy balloon fell as she was transporting it to the line to dry, and you wouldn't believe how we all quickly found a way to spin this tragedy to triumph. We commented that it would make a fantastic texture on her pumpkin, oohing and ahhing over it--before long we had her convinced that we should roll the entire balloon in the dirt (kind of like a donut in cinnamon sugar, but not nearly as yummy).
Spin.
We putzed around Lexington Green for a few minutes talking about what happened when the Redcoats came to stop the Patriots--Cory can't get enough of this story, eager to know if interpreter walking around the Green to talk with folks was a Patriot. 
This time the trail was much busier with bikers, walkers and rollerbladers going in both directions. Some of the busy-ness must have distracted Cory a bit because one minute we're happily pedaling along and the next one he's on the ground. I couldn't quite make out what happened--it just seemed that his bike fell out from under him. I was the caboose, but with Lucy in her seat on my bike, I wasn't much help to the fallen boy. After that Ted brought up the rear to ensure someone would be able to clean up after any more tumbles. 
When we were first married I used to wonder why he would be so preoccupied on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon when I would want to go shop for new household items--furniture pieces, for example, that I needed his help selecting. And then I noticed him slow down as we passed the electronics dept--you know, where they have TVs lining the walls--to watch the "game" that was being played. And then he'd offer to go with me as long as we could be back at a certain time (most often the time of the Razorback or Titan game). It was most problematic when we lived in Las Vegas and the games that started at 1:00 east coast time were starting at 10:00 in Vegas--it's a good thing there was an early church service we could attend, but forget about going out for lunch after church!
That serves us as well as it does him, because try as he might to ignore us during the game, those four kids of his are pretty persistent when they want something. 
