Games my daughter has suggested we play
this week...
I am a dog and walk behind her, only to
be occasionally patted on the head very hard for being a ‘bad dog.’
I run a shop that sells carrots
that cost £54 each.
I am a hairdresser who is only allowed
to speak to tell my daughter what a beautiful princess she is.
I am a maid who waits on said beautiful
princess.
I am a waitress who feeds said princess.
I am a pilot who flies around said
princess.
My son is a 7-year-old (actual age; 20
months), my daughter is his 67-year-old sister (actual age; 4 years), I am
their 89-year-old mother (actual age; 37). Their father is dead.
I am an ugly witch who smells like old
vegetables.
I’m all for imaginative play but, fucks
sake, couldn’t I once, ONCE, be a shit-hot, intensely-cool super hero who
doesn’t smell like someone’s just farted?
Nope?
OK. Fine. Do your worst.
Yes, I am with what you think. And with that many people have mentioned.
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