It's supposed to be summer! It's cold, wet and windy. Weather like this has no redeeming features at this time of year. We're all going slightly stir crazy here.
“Come play the rocket game with me Dad.” It's still morning. It's a day at home for Matthew. It's wet and cold. It looks like a long day.
I jump onto the couch (the rocketship). “Ok, who am I?”
“You're Pete. I'm Sam. Just play, Dad! … This is the gun. Are there space monsters Dad?”
“Yes.”
BANG BANG BANG BANG “I'm shooting them Dad … ok, we've landed now, I need to wear my goggles.” Matthew puts on some plastic protection goggles. I get up off the couch.
“Pretend you're a space monster Dad.”
ROAR ROAR ROAR
BANG BANG BANG BANG “I shot you space monster!”
“No, you missed.”
“Ok, pretend you're a friendly space monster”
SOFT NICE SOUNDING ROAR
“Friendly space monster?”
“Yes?”
“No, no, now you're a bad lion”
GROWL GROWL GROWL
STARTLED THREE YEAR OLD
“No, you're a friendly lion!!!”
MEWPURR MEWPURR
“Friendly lion, friendly lion?”
MEWPURR, “yes?”
“You used to be a spaceman, I'll shoot you and turn you back to a spaceman”
“Ok”
BANG BANG BANG BANG
“Pete, you're back! You used to be a spacemonster and a friendly lion. Come back into the rocketship.”
A whole five minutes has passed. It's still morning. It's still wet and cold outside. It still looks like a long day ahead.
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