Last week I wrote about the kid's new favorite way to pass time by playing make believe.
I never enjoy playinig make believe as much as they do. I have not found great pleasure in participating in the unique games, specifically the doctor game. I don't know who in the world would want to be the patient every round. Certainly I would not take on that role. We all know the patient's only job is to lay on the bed with their eyes closed. This time I took one for the team and acted sickly. Even though I was the patient there is no way I would enjoy those few minutes of time off my feet while being poked and prodded by wanna-be surgeons.
Upon asking the doctors to tell me their names, I did not take delight in Gavin pronouncing himself to be "Dr. Green" - the name of our real life pediatrician who seems to be a professional worth emulating.
It was not me who also giggled to myself thinking about said doctor - who Kevin would never (I mean NEVER) call the in real life, Doctor McDreamy. I could not secretly agree with him even though Kevin isn't the most handsome man I've ever met.
(Better clarify that for those who don't get the whole NOT Me thing. Dr. Green is good looking, but Kevin is the most handsome man I've ever met).
Okay. I digress.
My giggling, while under anethsia, did not give way to a full blown belly laugh when Anne Hope chimed in, "And I'm Dr. Purple!"
After my extensive medical procedure, it was not this momma who declared that playing make believe was very fun today. Thankyouverymuch. But, game over.
When the worn out doctors asked me to move on with them to a game of ice skating cowboys I did not tell them it was time for me to make dinner - you know, since I was all worn out from my surgery.