This morning was Michael's turn to sleep in. The kidlets settled into playing on their own so nicely that I decided to say hello to our flannel sheets for just a few minutes...This is good since that is about all it took for Miss Thing to come and find me. Happily she stopped to pick up a book first and so I invited her to curl up and read for a bit. Hayden soon followed and wanted to play some kind of game where one of us was a mouse, another was a cat and then there was an additional creature involved that I can't quite recall. He determined that I was to be the mouse and he was the cat. In the end that meant that he was going to gobble me up. Out of sheer curiousity I interrupted his rather elaborate role play to inquire about the consequences of this ill conceived plan.
"Hayden Cat, what will happen after you have devoured Mama Mouse? Who will take care of you?" (It bears mentioning that Michael was preparing to depart for soccer during this drama.) He stopped and briefly considered the possibilities.
Then he dramatically announced..."Playtime is over. We are all done."
How lovely to know that he still needs me even at the ripe old age of four!
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