10yo, in lieu of reading on her own, chose to read to me from some sort of minecraft handbook. i now know more than i ever – EVER – wanted to about zombie pigmen and the difference between wither skeletons and withers (hint: number of heads). i’m seriously rethinking the whole kindle for the kids things. *headdesk*
the kids wanted me to play my lil pony with them the other day (we have several of them, including a few i can actually name). they set it up with a pony car, some pony groceries and a grocery cart, and various other things. the detailed background story that 10yo came up with for each pony was amazing. after playing a pretty much normal game for a while, things turned to less standard fare.
the rest of the playing is impossible to recreate in words, and possibly should not be for public consumption. suffice it to say that we segued into a song (the first song) called “i am a dodo (bird).” then there was soy riding (yes, soy) on another pony (don’t. ask.), which after a while led bizarrely into an adult pony (there were kid and baby ponies, of course) lying on the ground muttering they were a bitter adult with emotional issues, and eventually to numerous accusations that certain ponies were making other ponies need therapy. somewhere in the middle there was the poof song (which consists of saying poof a million times), and repeated statements through the entire game of “i like pie!”
i’m pretty sure that i now need therapy.