Yesterday I sent my 8-year old fishing below his bunk bed for all the toys, shoes, etc. that had become imprisoned under there. Among the lost items were 6 animal puppets. Today he decided to put on a puppet show.
He wanted to do it from the balcony with me watching from the couch. However, I have recurring nightmares that one of my kids will fall from the balcony, so I forbade the show from taking place up there. I offered the couch across the room as an alternative. He was not happy. I tried to explain my nightmare to him in hopes that he would understand. In response, he offered the following:
“That’s not a nightmare. I had a nightmare that the 3-year old turned into a monster and ate us all.” Okay, fine. That is a nightmare, too.
After some time, he finally decided to accept the couch as the show’s venue, and he got his sister to join in on the act.
Now, I am not sure what the puppet show was supposed to be about. However, all the animals knew kung fu and all of them ended up eating each other.