Tonight after work, I collapsed onto the couch. To put it mildly, I was tuh-ha-hoasted. Junior came over and plopped down next to me. He asked if we could play a game.
"Ok," I said, "but all I can do is lie here with my eyes closed."
"Ok," he said.
"And I can't talk. My brain hurts."
"So what kind of game could that be?"
"I know!" he shouted, after thinking a minute. "We can be on a light
speed mission! You can be my patient. We can be in search for a new
tongue for you! Fire photon torpedoes!"
"Watch out! It's the Borg! And I thought you couldn't talk. Close your eyes! They'll see you!"
I learned two valuable things tonight:
1. Lying down while your child plays is fabulous. I should have started
playing this "patient who can't talk or move" game a loooooooooooong
2. Speaking of games, Chuck's been letting Junior watch him play Star
Trek computer games a helluva lot more than I realized. Junior knows of
the Borg? He's firing photon torpedoes?
Game's on, Chuck.
Right after this nap.
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