It has been all the rage lately to publish news articles about children
watching too much tv
playing too many video games
not using their imaginations.
I discovered today that when my children use their imaginations,
they are a little demented.
Just look at this evidence I have for you.
Here is Trey, evidently captured from some evil crime.
If this is not evidence for ending war, I don't know what is.
Trey with his captor.
The jubilant escapee.
Not to be outdone, the middle child must be involved in the shenanigans of the day.
I had prepared dinner
a new recipe for Fettucine Alfredo, which was awful.
I was the only one who ate it and that was out of pride alone.
Anyway, I call the kids to dinner:
Kate!
Chris!
Trey!
Come wash up for dinner!
Quickly, my daughter appears, dressed in formal attire.
Here's Kate! she says.
Now, Welcome Christina!
And welcome Tracy!
And Oh my Lord, my boys appeared as girls!
And even more frightening,
I think my lastborn is cuter as a girl than a boy!
It was funny, though,
and so Rob and I sat at dinner
with our children
all decked out in dresses
and called them Christina and Tracy.
Just send us the therapy bill.
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2 comments:
That is hysterical! lol
Uh, why are the boys allowing themselves to be dressed as girls? Kate either must have some mesmerizing hold over them or she bribed them...
Ah, false promises.
I actually dressed as a girl for a Halloween party in college. I don't know what I was thinking. It didn't get me any looks from the lasses. So, tell the boys that dressing up as the opposite sex has no redeemable value whatsoever!
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