Counting Games for the Supermarket Queue

Five minutes of early maths in the dead time that usually produces a meltdown.

Five minutes of early maths in the dead time that usually produces a meltdown.

A tub of rice, a few containers, and the most reliably absorbing quiet activity there is.

Every soft thing in the house, one route across the floor, and twenty minutes of movement indoors.

Five minutes of noise that reliably shifts the mood on a difficult afternoon.

A brush, a cup of water and a wall. No mess, no cleanup, and it resets itself.

A muffin tin and a bowl of odds and ends. Quiet, repeatable, and free.

Four minutes of masking tape on the floor buys an afternoon of independent play.

Judged on the only metric that matters on a hard afternoon: how long it holds attention against how long it takes you to set up.