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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

death scenes

Joshua came up to me this evening and said, "Mom, you wanna see my death scenes?" Perhaps I should have been concerned, but I said what every normal mother of three sons says, "yes honey, I'd love to see your death scenes." He proceded to show at least five different deaths, you know, grabbing his heart, dropping to his knees, collapsing; or, sudden death with the jump up and the dramatic flop down. His brother Izzy soon joined him. Apparently this is a thing they play because they kept saying to each other things like: "No, not like that, you grab your neck first, then right knee to the ground, fall over and roll your eyes back in the head...yeah, like that."

6 Comments:

  • At 5:46 AM, Blogger Danielle said…

    Oh that's great! I can remember coming up with death scenes with my siblings too. For some reason it's so fun and dramatic.

     
  • At 6:19 AM, Blogger Libby said…

    you mean girls do these things?! I always prefered barbies and "baby" scenes--you know, rushing to the hospital just in time for the baby to "pop" out!

     
  • At 11:56 AM, Blogger Danielle said…

    Oh yes! I liked Strawberry Shortcake, Care Bears, and My Little Pony, but I also had tractors, dump trucks, race cars, and LOVED He-Man. (It probably makes a difference if you have brothers.) But games and stories you had to act out always reigned supreme. I remember a favorite was cops and robbers on bikes which is basically tag. One person is the "robber" and everyone else is "police" and you try to tag each other while riding your bikes. Talk about how to have a wipe out!

     
  • At 6:00 AM, Blogger Zoanna said…

    Wipe out is what I did on one of those cops-and-robbers bike games. I was about 7. We were living on campus at a seminary, and our apartment was on a cul-de-sac. I mostly had boys to play with. One evening he was chasing me and his front fender got wedged into my back fender. Pow! My face met concrete. Big ole knot the size of my fist on my forehead. My mom wanted to take me to the ER to check me for concussion. But I was full of faith. "No! Just pray for me!" I begged. She prayed all night, waking me up repeatedly and doing all the sweet nurse/mom things. In the morning the knot had shrunk to the size of a pebble and my faith and hers had both doubled.

     
  • At 10:56 AM, Blogger Abby Cannon said…

    ha! I didn't do to many death scenes with my 3 brothers. I mostly watched them while I held my cabbage patch dolls.

    I think it's amazing how God makes boys naturally into fighting and killing and you know, all the manly things that they never grow out of. It's a good thing that they make video games for adults, because I think that our husbands would need to let their energies out in real life video games if they didn't get some time in on the xbox. :)

     
  • At 3:52 PM, Blogger peg said…

    thanks for a great laugh, Laurie!!!!
    sounds like they're gifted for drama ministry...

     

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