little's games: shark boat

While Big Boy has always been more of a gadgetator, Little Boy loves to make up games. One of our perennial favorites is a waking-up game aptly named Shark Boat. Huh? Here's how it goes:

(In bed, cozy-cozy-cozy, too early on a weekend morning) 
Little: Wan gettin my shark bote? 
Me: Uhhhh. Phphththhh 'kay. 
Little: We go coffee houss furce, den Gwammie houss, den to da toi stow, den to Mcdonowds.
Me: Okay. Are we there yet?
Little (sound of vehicle braking): Erp! We hea! Wut kine coffee you wan?
Me: Soy latte.
Little: Okay. He's you coffee! Now we go Gwammie houss ...

... and on (and on) in that vein, until we complete the rounds.

Often our voyages are punctuated by high times and knock-knock jokes such as: why did da dinosoh cwoss da roh? Bocuss da chikkins wuh invovved ... why did da chikkin cwoss da park? Tuh get to de udder swide. 

It used to be that we hid in the Shark Boat to avoid sharks that might be hiding in the bed. Now it's all why-are-we-awake-this-early-on-a-weekends commingling with warm fuzzies. Oh did I mention that both Little and Big still end up in our bed every night? I don't mind too too much.