I admit that royal names can be weird, but Kina has watched Frozen before, and so she knows the main character’s full name. Still, as we role play this week, our queen is named Frozen Elsa, and she is no child. You get the banana offer in the dek because she’s been feeding us all toy food this week. Take the banana; it’s better than the hot dog.
I am not a sports dad, but I do enjoy those moments in which it seems possible that Kina’s hand-eye coordination is better than my own. We observe that possibility most often when Kina is chucking a stuffie at my head—she’s got quite the arm! Yesterday, though, Kina was able repeatedly to arc a ball into my outstretched arms from a distance of six feet, which seems like the kind of thing I might mention in a documentary in thirty years when my child is a four-time basketball world champion and has her own line of performance sneakers. Will she buy me a house? I must spoil her now.
Good job, skorts!