Sunday, January 10, 2010
I just went upstairs and there are two kids running through the room making swimming-type motions and holding their breath. Apparently they are pretending that anything that is hardwood constitutes "under water". And there's a LOT of hardwood. They can only breathe if they are on an area rug or are on a pillow or couch "raft". Grady, I've been informed, is the alligator. If he bites them, they die. There's been a great deal of dying. Now THAT, I like. The fun, not the dying. No movie, TV, X-Box or computer. The laughing and creativity. It's all good. I wanna play.