Last night Michael asked his mom to play tanks.
Michael: Mama, you be the bad guy.
Mom: Why do I have to be the bad guy?
Michael: Because we need a bad guy.
Mom (warming up to her role of bad guy): OK, then it’s time for bed!
Michael: Mama, I said you be the bad GUY; not a bad MOMMY!
Then the game began in earnest.
Michael: Mama, here’s our tanks, here’s our air support, and here’s our garbage truck.
Mom: Okay, should I be in charge of the tanks or the air support?
Michael: Mama, you’re in charge of the garbage truck.
Eventually mom got fired from the tanks game. Apparently the garbage truck didn’t shoot back often enough and it was determined that mom was “not fun" when playing tanks.
I loved the "back and forth" between Michael and Mommy. Still.....I can't help wondering how the garbage truck fit in! Michael fired me this summer from pushing him on the swing. Apparently I didn't push high enough.
ReplyDeleteMary, let's just hope he doesn't fire us from our beloved roles as his grammas:-)
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