I love picking Michael up from school, because the half-day kids in his class are scheduled to be in the play yard at that time. I get a chance to see him in his element, playing with his friends. Sometimes that involves riding a tricycle (and being driven off the road by one of the girls in his class), sometimes it's baseball or soccer, and sometimes it's leaping off a small play structure and bonking heads with one of the other boys, causing a moment of stunned silence and then laughter and more jumping.
Today, one of the boys was chasing other kids around, his hands formed like he was wielding a gun or, possibly, a syringe. As a teacher walked between my vantage point and Michael, I saw the boy run up to Michael with hands in attack mode and making a hissing sound. When I could see Michael again, he was sprawled prone on the playground floor in a very convincing portrayal of unconsciousness.
After he got up and came with me to go home, I asked him what they were playing.
"Death."
Aw, they're so cute at this age.
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You obviously haven't seen Emma at school playing Power Rangers or arm-and-shoulder-chomping-super-mega-dinosaurs. But yes, boys are quite different. The shear amount of jumping off of play structures is astounding.
This one made me laugh, glad Michael has such refined, sophisticated friends!
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