Honestly, I do not understand what we’re doing, but I’m following along with whatever directions he throws my way. We run around the house pretending to save a lost kid named Jake. “Paw Patrol! Oh, I LOVE Paw Patrol! You be Chase, I’ll be Rider! Let’s go!” I take off running after my son, smiles on both of our faces.
Instead of pushing him off, I respond with “sure kiddo, what do you want to do?”
This sweet kid cannot entertain himself if his life depended on it. I’m standing in the kitchen, wiping off my hands after washing the breakfast dishes, when I hear his little running feet getting closer and closer.
