Won't you take me to...

D (undisclosed child I'm sitting for) and I pass our days in an odd variety of ways. Most recently, with a Wii. Who knew that Wii Fit Kids could send me limping up the stairs for days? Today we started Wii Dance. D had a very specific song he wanted to dance to. Here's how it went:

D: "No, go that way..."

Me: "This one?"

D: "No, keep going..."

Me: "This one?"

D: "No, go back..."

Me: "Wait. Funkytown?"

D: "Yeah! Funkytown."

I think he actually beat me at this one, which I try to make sure happens fairly regularly. I do all of our sports/dances/games with my left hand...badly. But it's easier to let him win when we're playing games by hand. From what I gather, his older sister trumps him pretty soundly at everything, so I think that he needs to win when she's gone (of course, I could also be hindering his progress by metaphorically "breaking the shell open for him", but that's another discussion). When we're playing Candyland, all I have to do is stack the deck while he's moving his piece. But with Wii, I have to dance without moving half my body, which means he thinks he should do it too.

Here's how big of a girl I am, by the way. His sister has those Disney fairies that they just came out with to go with the new Tinkerbell stories. I LOVE them. My very first day, I brought them into "Oscar's Trash Can Game" (filling up a box with everything in the toy room) and since then we've played with them every day. Oddly enough, right before I started with D, I saw a picture of my cousin putting a tiny green shoe on a fairy for his daughter and thought how sweet it was of him! And I was delighted when I found that the shoes on our fairies came off too! Trouble is, they come off everywhere, all the time. They stick in the drum set and get lost in the Potato Heads. If they were his, I wouldn't mind so much, but his sister is the type to cry if a shoe gets lost. I say this, because I know I would if they were mine.

Being such a girl, I was unprepared for boy games. Games like screaming an alarm noise at the top of your lungs and "The Volcano's going to get you!"or getting eaten time after time by an airplane. My repertoire of mechanical noises has doubled.

Lastly, a few days ago we were playing and D said "Where are the fairies? I'm going to have them for dinner." Since he loves play-cooking and has even made me pancakes on occasion, I said "If you're having dinner with them it's to dinner, and if you're eating them, it's for dinner." He grinned up at me and said "Yeah. FOR dinner."