I put Kubla in the baby swing, pushing him gently. I’m a little bored.
After a few minutes, “Kubla, do you want to do something else?”
“More!”
“OK. But I’m going to take a break.”
I leave him swinging. I stand with my back to him, about six inches too close. He rams into my butt. I go flying. He explodes in laughter.
“Hey!” I exclaim in mock anger. “You can’t kick an adult in the butt! Are you crazy?!”
I push him from the front a few times to build up speed.
“I’m going to take a break again. Whatever you do, just don’t kick me in the butt.”
“Hey! I told you not to kick me in the butt.”
I push him again. “This time when I push you, you stay over there.”
Hysterical laughter and more kicks in the butt. I pretend to fly forward each time. Pushing him in mock anger and telling him to stay there.
I’ve become the game. We’re both engaged. We’re connected. So much more fun than just pushing a swing.
How do you make your child’s games fun for yourself?
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