I was eavesdropping as my kids played.
They were playing "ambulance" - I could tell by the siren.
Elizabeth instructed Spencer (playing the Paramedic), "Pretend you dropped the patient on the ladder."
Then she (playing the patient) said, "Ohhhh. Owwww. My face..."
Sucks to be Spencer's patient.
Then things took a turn. I still heard the ambulance siren, but I heard her say, "Pretend you saw our dad was disgusting because he was a Vampire Dad like our mom." Hey. Wait a minute here.
(Please hold for this brief interruption to your blog reading while I defend our parenting. Our kids have a children's book called Vunce Upon a Time about a shy, little, Trick or Treating vampire - they do not watch True Blood, nor are they familiar with the Twilight book series. Ok. Misunderstanding averted. Parenting honor vindicated. I will now resume your regularly scheduled blog post.)
"Pretend we're playing dodgeball..." *ambulance siren* *vampire snarl*
Ok. Wait. What?!
I don't think I'm creative enough to play pretend with my children.
That.
And, I'm a little scared.
