My daughter Millie came out of school a few days ago, gushing about the game she had been playing with her friends. Like all good stories, it is a long-running affair, an episode every lunch time.
Half listening, which I unfortunately sometimes do on the perilous journey home as I navigate the many roads to cross, while keeping a firm grip on her younger brother, I asked her what the game was.
“Well, I am Barbie,
and Lucy is Barbie’s sister Stacie,
Evie is my boyfriend Crystal Ken,
Freya is Barbie’s little puppy dog
and Lana is the zombie.”
“I am Barbie, Lucy is Barbie’s sister,Stacie, Evie is my boyfriend Crystal Ken, Freya is my little puppy dog, and Lana is the zombie.”
Perhaps these really are the games our kids play in the Twenty First Century. Although I must admit, in the event of a zombie apocalypse, my first thought would not be:
Whatever role you play this weekend, be it cute, pigtailed doll or festering walking dead, have a great one.
See you on the flipside.