Pretend Play
Dear Husband just left for work. He stops at the post office and the bank en route. He leaves carrying his blue backpack on both shoulders (Age wisens even the coolest), drops it in the trunk of the car, and rides away.
The boys play pretend in the living room as the baby naps in the bedroom.They have on their red napkins, calling them their “backpacks.” They place their backpacks in the pop-up seats of their ride-on toys and drive to work. That means that they circle the living room (I removed the coffee table so that they have more room to play). They get off of their cars and stand one behind the other.
“I’m standing in line.”
“Me, too.”
“No, you are checking the mail. I have keys.” He looks for his keys but does not find them. That’s the end of that.
They take the clean but not-yet-folded clothes out of the laundry bin and scatter them on both couches. I order them to put the clothes back. They put them all back and leave the cloth diapers and one red shirt for the top.
“Let’s eat some ice cream!” And they eat the clothes pile that looks like a sundae.
LOL!!! This will go on for hours if no one turns on the television or gets tired and lays down.
