The Name of the Game

This afternoon, Sam and I were hanging out in the backyard. I said, “So what do you want to play now?”

She said, “I have a new game.”

I said, “Oh good! What’s your new game?”

She said (really fast with big hand motions): “My new game is I THROW the ball to you and you throw it back to me, and the Frisbee tries to get it, and then the tricycle goes all the way down to the other side and says ‘Whoaaaaa!’ That’s my new game.”

She looked at me expectantly.

“Okay,” I said. Let’s play.

It didn’t work exactly the way Sam described it (that pesky tricycle just wouldn’t cooperate) but hey, when the name of the game is Imagination, I try not to let Reality get in the way.