After declaring that Nick's (5) game of "let's-hit-Miss-Kerri-with-a-sword" was not allowed to be played, young Hayden (3) came up with an idea of his own; he wanted to play animals. He informed us that we would each be given a stuffed animal, and we were to act and speak as if we were that animal. Hayden gave a puppy dog to Nick who went "Woof! Woof!" I was handed a small kitten, so I purred. Carefully, Hayden looked through the pile of animals before selecting one for himself. After making his selection, he gleefully ran over to me with a cuddly bunny in his arms. Uh-oh. What was he going to do? What could he say? How was he going to play the very game that he invented? Smiling up at me and not worried in the slightest, he made his bunny hop up to me and proudly said, "Bunny, Bunny!"
Later that evening, Nick looked at me and said quite seriously, "Miss Kerri, did you know that killer whales are nice to kittens?" Taken back a bit, I asked the only logical question. "Nick, when would a killer whale ever meet a kitten?" He loudly sighed and said, "They have to come up to the air to breathe, and, when they do, they are nice to kittens!" Hmmm... What can you say to that? There's no arguing with that kind of logic!
