I suck at playing.

I mean, I’m not good at it.

Pretend play scenarios hurt my brain.

I often put half-assed energy into it.

I intensely dislike coming up with dialogue between two Hot Wheels cars that are about to be attacked by a T-Rex.

I get bored of repeatedly having the bad guys break out of jail only to be captured again by our hero, Batman.

I do not look forward to seeing which monster truck will win the “battle” in the “arena” over and over and over again.

But…

Do you know what love?

I love when my 4-year-old son looks at me with his sweet, brown eyes and says, “Mommy, will you please play with me? You’re the best player!”

Maybe I don’t suck at playing so much, after all.