I think we can all agree that little kids… are kind of weird. They have vivid imaginations and they manage to come up with some…weird shizz.
For a long, long time I was sure I held the title for inventing the Worst Imaginary Game ever, of all time, forever and ever and ever-ever.
My brother and I were a few years apart, and every few days my Mom would mandate that we had to play together. I of course was much older and wiser and did not want to play together so whenever the ruling came down, I’d trudge up to my room. My brother, very excited to get to play with his Big! Sister! would follow happily. Once we would arrive in my room I’d select a book, instruct my brother to sit in front of my bookshelf and I’d start reading.
After a few minutes he would go tell my Mom that I wasn’t playing with him. She would come upstairs and look at me.
What Mom? We are so playing. We are playing LIBRARY.
My Mom would roll her eyes and tell me to play – for real this time- and leave us alone again. I’d then give my brother some pencils and index cards and encourage him to make check out cards…while I read. I could typically keep this game going until the third or fourth time Mom came back to tell me I wasn’t actually playing, and by that time I would have gotten at least a few more chapters read. FTW!
Anyway, I thought this was a clear contender for the Worst Imaginary Game Ever until I was chatting with an old friend and we were discussing the weird things kids do. And that is when she confided in me she had a game she liked to play around age five, where she would fall off the back of the couch and whisper “help” quite feebly until rescue came.
And she called the game playing Baby Jessica.
Ladies and gents, I pass the torch.
Unless of course someone thinks they can out-do her.