I am not a "playing" mom. I do not enjoy getting down on the floor and playing cars or whatnot. I do not mind, however, playing pretend games in which, as my son says, "You be (that character) and I'll be (this character) and we'll just talk like them and pretend." I'm totally cool with those sorts of games because I can do them while going for a walk, cooking dinner, or even sitting in a chair eating ice cream. You should try it sometime; it's good family bonding.
Some days, I am the Pink Power Ranger, and he is Green. Others, I am one of his Smashers* toys and he is another.
When he was little, he was always Batman and I was Robin, and he'd say, "I'm done going potty, Robin! Can you come wipe me now? I love you, Robin!" and the whole game got a little awkward, even though it was also endearing in an awkward way.
Today, we played Star Wars. He was Luke, and I was Leia.
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Dear Sweet Son: Leia. (looks crestfallen) My family was killed and their house burned to the ground.
Me (mustering an equally distraught face): My family died too. Someone blew up my whole planet.
DSS (looking sadly down at our cat, uniquely un-empathetic about my blown-up planet): But I took the time to rescue our dad's cats. They were wandering around outside. I didn't want to leave them with our dad... (dramatic pause) ... DARTH. VADER.
Me (looking suitably shocked): Darth Vader is our dad!? Well, then it's probably for the best that you didn't leave the cats with him.
DSS: Because I bet Darth Vader probably EATS CATS. Or at least, he throws them in that trash compactor with the monster at the bottom.
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Yeah. So I'm guessing Darth probably isn't the very best pet owner out there. Good call on saving the cats, Twin Bro.
The real question we should be asking is, who rescued whom?
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*Random, non-funny stuff ahead.
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