Yesterday afternoon the girls resurrected a game that they invented and used to play months ago. It involves packing as many dolls and stuffed animals as possible in Rae's doll stroller (reined in by the strap) and running, pushing the stroller at top speed through the house. Then they suddenly put on the brakes and stop so that the strap unhitches and the 'babies' go flying through the air, bouncing off walls and carpets. Uproarious laughter commences.
The name of the game? Super Bad Mommies.
Am I doing a bang-up job with this parenting gig, or what?