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But it's true. And I just have to share.
Tonight hubby is at a meeting and daughter is currently into her books. I'm exhausted and just trying to finish out this week.
But earlier this evening our 5-year-old son announced that I needed to play Pokemon with him (which daddy usually does).
And no, not the card game. This Pokemon game is always a serious wrestling match on mommy and daddy's bed, complete with certain attacks for specific types of Pokemon (water, fire, plant, ghost) of which I have only a brief acquaintance.
Well, I played my best but I am certainly not skilled. OK, I stink. I mean really, really, really stink. (Though I was pretty good at throwing pillows at him.)
But my sweet son, recognizing my difficulty, and with brilliant intuition, told me I could be the Snorlax.
"Which Pokemon is that?" I asked him.
"Well," said he, "Snorlax doesn't have any attacks. It just lays around and sleeps all the time. And sometimes it gets up and eats."
Thank God.
Maybe I will make it to Friday after all!
Tonight hubby is at a meeting and daughter is currently into her books. I'm exhausted and just trying to finish out this week.
But earlier this evening our 5-year-old son announced that I needed to play Pokemon with him (which daddy usually does).
And no, not the card game. This Pokemon game is always a serious wrestling match on mommy and daddy's bed, complete with certain attacks for specific types of Pokemon (water, fire, plant, ghost) of which I have only a brief acquaintance.
Well, I played my best but I am certainly not skilled. OK, I stink. I mean really, really, really stink. (Though I was pretty good at throwing pillows at him.)
But my sweet son, recognizing my difficulty, and with brilliant intuition, told me I could be the Snorlax.
"Which Pokemon is that?" I asked him.
"Well," said he, "Snorlax doesn't have any attacks. It just lays around and sleeps all the time. And sometimes it gets up and eats."
Thank God.
Maybe I will make it to Friday after all!