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.
“My circle is not big enough for all my monster trucks!” My 4-year-old complained the other day.
He had spent a good amount of time carefully lining up his vehicles to form a circle for an “arena”. But, when he got to the last few trucks he realized he hadn’t planned for a large enough space.
“They won’t fit,” he said, defeated.
So this happened today.
My toddler took it upon himself to “redecorate” the curtains (and window) in our “formal” living room.
My first thought was a mixture of a little bit of “That’s not good” with a lot of “Dammit. Now I have to do more laundry.” But those thoughts immediately fell away. I laughed to myself. Hey, curtains can use a good washing every 9 years anyway, right?