My boys are silly little creatures. They love to run around naked, love playing in the toilet, enjoy lengthy discussing bodily functions (especially at inappropriate moments), and they love creating new games to play. The game of the day was one that they called Fight of the Fishes.
THE FISH: About two years ago I found a stuffed clown fish at a garage sale. I think it was supposed to be Marlin from Finding Nemo. Then last summer I found Nemo at a garage sale. So each boy has a huge stuffed fish to call their own. These fish are almost as big as they are and they love to play with them. These fish have suffered hours of rough housing and several patches. They are well loved.
THE GAME: Each boy holds a fish and stands at one end of the living room. When it is time to start (no idea how designate that, they just seem to know). they run at each other as fast as they can and crash the fish, and themselves, together. They fall to the floor, giggling. Then they get up and repeat it. It is great fun...until one gets hurt. The injured child then runs over to me, tears gushing, lip quivering, and tells me between sobs that his brother 'hit' him. Once the proper amount of comfort has been obtained and the tears have subsided, he rushes off happily to start the game all over again. And once again it is great fun...until the other one get hurt. Yes, my boys are funny little beings alright!
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