At play
I have come to the stage where I can play with myself.
Erm, let me rephrase that… I play by myself! I used to need mama or papa around as a source of entertainment.
While I still enjoy their company, I have learned that I can entertain myself while they are busy.
Sometimes I’ll flip through my board books. Other times I’ll build my own LEGO cities and control my own traffic. Then I like to go into Godzilla mode and destroy entire cities or cause vehicular accidents! Crash, boom, bah! Whee, what fun!
I also like to mess around with my Mr Incredible and Buzz Lightyear action figures (I got them free at McDonald’s a while back).
Being jocks, I make them bish-bish-bish each other at first. But then I create tender moments between them (cue Brokeback Mountain theme music). That seems to entertain my folks and they laugh at what I make them do.
I don’t understand! They want me to be giving and considerate, to hug and kiss, and all that. What’s wrong with a few manly hugs? After all, the action figures have very… what’s the word I am looking for… happy faces!
Baby Isaac
