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I don’t know how it started, but sometime in the last two weeks, a mean game of tag-in-the-kitchen started in my house after dinner.
Every night after dinner.
My 3- and 6-year-olds are loving it. And to be honest, so are my husband and I. It’s a riot as we run around our downstairs, dodging the kitchen island, the couches, the kitchen table and chairs. We’ve had a few bruises, but mostly, we’ve had lots of laughs. It’s most fun when one of the kids is “it” and makes it his or her mission to get mom or dad. The rest of us can almost sit down during that time. And, well, my husband and I don’t “let” them catch us. They have to do it on their own. Each night ends in a round of giggles.
And did I mention? We have soft, cushy balls downstairs as well, ready for a game of dodge ball. Nope, I don’t have anything breakable downstairs (well, unless you count photo frames on the wall and we’ve only broken one of those, maybe two). While I’m not sure about my husband, I do remember growing up in a household where it wasn’t uncommon for mom or dad to grab shaving cream or something from the fridge or a water gun after dinner - and let the games begin.
