| ONE WEEK UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS | | Date Created: Aug 28, 2007, 04:10 PM |
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The good news is that the boys continue to play all kinds of games and imaginary scenarios. The bad news is that not everyone is playing by the same rules. For example, while the boys were playing zoo, someone (I'd let you guess who if it weren't so obvious) came stomping down the stairs in despair:
Georgie put the gorilla in the seal's cage. I don't like it because they mess up everybody's part of the zoo--different directions. Georgie just keeps--can you tell George he moves the gorilla?
In George's world, alligators and frogs are best friends, lions cuddle with zebras, and Atfridda lies just over the bridge. John's world is not so fluid. Gorillas are dangerous. Cages are good. Giraffes belong in their designated space only. Socilaizing between species is suspect.
In the picture above, they were in temporary agreement. This chaise lounge rotates between fire truck, pirate ship, pirate island, and race car. This day the boys were "safari men on safari trucks with animals." Later they played with a toy pirate cannonball that "capodes!" (explodes) George's band-aid is for fashion purposes only. No one was injured on safari or during pirate ammunition drills.
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I thought about writing yesterday but after George had such a bad poopie accident that he and I both had to take showers, I was too down and spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for Will to get home and thinking about the new bottle of wine I would open as soon as he did. Today George made up for it by pooping IN the potty as opposed to a four-foot radius AROUND it, so I'm feeling a little chipper.
I just walked back inside after another play session of mixed results. I've been watching all of the US Open Tennis on TV, so tennis is on the brain. John said he wanted to go outside and play tennis and everyone agreed to what each person thought that entailed. I thought it meant I could sit on the porch and wait for Will to come home and think about another bottle of wine. John thought it meant actually playing a tennis match. Well, I'll just give you a transcript of the whole thing, starting after John gave us all our appropriate assignments. John was Venus, George was Serena, James was James Blake, and I had my choice of being Roger or Marina (Maria Sharapova). (A short note on sports in the home: yes if they can memorize every tennis star, every quarterback, every SEC mascot they could much better spend their time memorizing more important things such as state capitals and the names of government officials like the little girl on the Oprah show. I have no excuse or reason for why the boys know it is only two days until college football. They just do.)
John: I'm going to show Roger my very best shot.
But before he can get his shot off, George hits another ball.
John: Only one ball to play tennis, George!
James runs inside, swatting bugs: I just want to tale a little break inside.
George picks a few pieces of long decorative grass and starts weaving them through the strings of his racket.
John gives in to George's version of the game since the only option is to play by himself and that simply can't be done in tennis. He weaves the grasses through his racket: This is a fancy tennis racket, Momoe!
James peeks outside the front door: Guys we need to get going!
He ducks back inside.
John wearies of the weaving and picks up a ball: Let's play now, George!
George: What?
John: TENNIS!
In the end James wins and they all go inside to play firemen.
John: I'm too fweaty.
George: I'm going inside, too. It's hot out here.
And there you have it. A friendly game of tennis, family-style.
Gotta run--Will just walked in the door and I'm ready to switch out this coffee for some shiraz. More soon! |
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