I understand, that as a parent, I've slightly failed my children. I've been so wrapped up in getting my own education and washing the dirt out of their laundry that I haven't spent very much time expanding their imagination with play time. I think we've lost our 7 year old to the impetuous world of video games. I have to admit that it tugged a bit at the heart strings when he began pouting once he realized I wanted to go outside to play and he wasn't going to get to play his Gamecube immediately after getting home from school.
Here's where I begin to tell you about my life as a child. When I was a kid, I spent all day into the dark hours outside playing on my bike or making mini cities in the dirt to drive my little brother's matchbox cars through. There wasn't a television in my bedroom, and the only time I was able to play video games was when I visited a friend. Her brother had a Nintendo and we played Spy vs. Spy all day long, but occasionally we would take a break to play on the slip n slide or make up our own dance routine in her living room.
I'm afraid my children are missing out on the fun and memories that come with strapping a sword through your belt loop and rescuing an invisible princess from a tower made out of a cardboard box castle. But not just any old cardboard box castle, one they made with me. I suppose that's the real problem. My own children don't want to play with me. *sniff sniff*