So I was going to write a post about another killing, but I’m tired. My son was up much of the night (he has a cold so his breathing isn’t great so he’s restless and wakeful). I have a lot of work to do today despite the exhaustion. So here’s something great.
My daughter got some new action figures and asked me if she could make a movie. She’s read a few starter-comics, but hasn’t seen the cartoons (she’s never really liked the superhero cartoons) and CERTAINLY not the movie (they are not kids’ movies, people).
A few thoughts, beyond the joy.
1. These were bought in a set of three. I don’t care about Iron Man. Where is Black Widow? Girls do need girl superhero toys. Also, boys can play with girl superhero toys. Superheroes are cool. [Related – Where is Gamora?]
2. Imagination is awesome. Feeding it is pretty much in the top-3 jobs of parenting (along with, oh, meeting basic needs and loving).
Off to write. If I write enough, I can nap. If I nap enough, I might be a functional parent by the time my kids come home this evening, and then … then we can play.