All of us over here at the House of Brown have been in something of a funk lately. The funk has manifested itself in various ways: enforcing mandatory fun (which is never fun), emotional withdrawal, or, in Will's case, all-out demonic possession.
After a tense weekend involving a fair amount of bribery and a WHOLE lot of time-outs, we headed out in the front yard to burn some daylight and get some fresh air. And... we stumbled upon the cure for the funk:
Pool noodles and superhero capes.
So, do you need a cure for the funk? Put on a superhero cape, grab a pool noodle, and whack your dad in the kneecaps with it. Over, and over, and over again.
Definition of a Super Dad: somebody who will take a beating for the mental health of his family.
|In times of uncertainty and chaos, one man stands for justice. And pool noodles.|
|Defenders of the neighborhood|
I'm a big fan of this game (which we've been playing for 2 nights running), mostly because my character is named (undeservedly) "Super Mommy". Also, my role is getting the heroes to huddle-up, make a plan, and then yell, "CHARGE!" as they blitz Mike (the Monster).
At least for a little while Sunday night, a family game of running around, hollering, and smacking each other with foam, we let loose and had actual fun, instead of mandatory fun.