My daughter, Isabel, she's great. Our favorite game goes like this:
Her: Let's play Abracadabra.
Me: Sure. Abracadabra, you are...
Her: A lion!
Me: Okay, a lion.
Her (in an attack stance): ROWR!
Me: Ahhh! Okay... okay... Abracadabra, you are... a kitten!
Her (on all fours): Mew, mew. (licks her paw)
Me: Abracadabra, you are... a pirate!
Her (brandishing a sword): Arrrgggghhh!
Me: Good one! Abracadabra, you are... a little bird.
Her (flapping arms and running): Piu-piu, piu-piu.
Me: Abracadabra, you are...
Her: A lion!
Me: No... not again...
Her: A chiquitita (little-bitty) lion?
Me: Okay, a chiquitita lion.
Her: rowr!
Me: Abracadabra, you are...
Her: rowr!
Me: You are a...
Her: rowr! ...rowr!
Me: No, no more lions! Abracadabra, you are...
Her: It's my turn.
Me: Your turn? Okay, um...
Her: Abracadabra, you are... a bookcase.
Me: ...
Her: ...
Me: It's my turn again. Abracadabra, you are... a monkey.
Her (scratching underarms and making doofy faces): Oooh-oooh, Oooh-oooh-oooh.
Me: Excelente! Now...
Her: ROWR!
And so on.
I can't imagine that any age is going to be as much fun (for me) as this 3-year-old stage.
I am going to have to teach Acorn this exact game. I too am loving age three more than any other.
But... a bookcase? That's an interesting choice.
Posted by: Country Mouse | 29 November 2007 at 14:45