Rolling the mice.

So it's summertime and that means I get to hang out with my three-year-old brother Grant all day.  At least until I get a job.  Grant's favorite activity is watching PBS shows online.  So I was watching him this morning and when I finally thought his brain might be rotten from so much TV (aka I wanted to get on the computer), I told him we should play a game.  He chose Charades for Kids.  Now normally I dislike Charades, but Grant always makes up his own rules to games so I agreed.  The game has a board that you move your little marker around and a die.  So we basically just rolled the die (or the mice as Grant would say) and moved our markers around the board, no acting involved.  Now that's my kind of Charades.  Grant eventually decided we should draw some of the cards and act things out.  To my delight, the actions included such simple things as "clapping your hands", "being sad", or "scissors".  I could get used to Charades for Kids.  Grant was an excellent guesser (or I guess you could say I was a brilliant actress).  The real problem arose when it was Grant's turn to act something out.  He'd have me read the card to him and then he'd act out whatever I said.  This made the guessing quite easy on my part.  Thus, the moral of the story is playing Charades with illiterate persons is very difficult (meaning quite easy).

Also, my dad informed Grant that he could use Justin's old baseball mitt.  Grant liked this idea.  After my dad wrote Grant's name on the glove he gave it to Grant who wanted to put it on his hand.  He asked my dad, "How do I get this mitten on?"  He's a cute kid.

Happy summer!