Abigail tried out a new game this week, and thoughtfully invited Owen to join in (read: strong-armed the little guy into following along).

It was called The Kitty Being Born Game, and consisted of the children (being kittens) hiding behind or beneath something (which they would pretend was the mama cat’s tummy), and eventually popping out and proclaiming themselves born. The hiding part had to last a verrrrrrry long time of course, because it takes a long time to grow a baby cat. And they had to be verrrrrrry quiet of course, because you can’t hear a baby kitten before it’s born.

Every once in a while I would check on them: “Guys? You still doing okay?”

They would whisper, “Mom! We can’t talk right now! We aren’t born yet! Shhh!”

And then I would Shhh, and also leave them alone a while longer.

It turns out that I like this game.