The kids are in the living room doing sit-ups. They’re holding each other’s feet and saying encouraging things like, “Super job” and “You can do this.”
Some kids play house.
My kids play Personal Trainer.
DEFINITELY got that from their Mom.
The kids are in the living room doing sit-ups. They’re holding each other’s feet and saying encouraging things like, “Super job” and “You can do this.”
Some kids play house.
My kids play Personal Trainer.
DEFINITELY got that from their Mom.
Danger Monkey, age 9: “EARTHQUAKE!!!”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Stop shaking the table and yelling EARTHQUAKE.”
DM: “How else will your dolls learn emergency preparedness?”
LMT: “You aren’t playing Shopkins right. Nothing BAD ever happens to them!”
DM: “Then what’s the point?”
LMT: “I get to make them do whatever I want.”
DM: “That sounds BAD for them.”
LMT: “No, they like it.”
Don’t be jealous, but my son is out in the woods dressed as The Dread Pirate Roberts and fighting legions of invisible bad guys with his foam swords.
Well, OK – you can be jealous.