Zack and I are studying military history and building forts.
He builds the forts.
I attack them.
Sometimes I come in and hang out and pretend to fall asleep. Then I attack him.
Sometimes I jump through the ceiling. I win.
Sometimes I send in good things to eat, and tell him I killed him. Score.
Once I attacked him crucial fortification with a Spongebob ball calling it a "naval bombardment"
Today it was my turn to build a fort.
My fort was square, like the Alamo, and had a yoga mat on the bottom because I hear most of war is spent waiting and waiting so I didn't want to be in the "dirt."
Zack curls up next to me, like a good son should.
I tell him stories about people just like us who lived a million years ago caves and painted on the walls.
What would you write? I ask him, not at all trying to be a teacher or professor or anyone who had a right answer in mind.
"I'd write F.U. British!" Zack said, then he killed me.
He builds the forts.
I attack them.
Sometimes I come in and hang out and pretend to fall asleep. Then I attack him.
Sometimes I jump through the ceiling. I win.
Sometimes I send in good things to eat, and tell him I killed him. Score.
Once I attacked him crucial fortification with a Spongebob ball calling it a "naval bombardment"
Today it was my turn to build a fort.
My fort was square, like the Alamo, and had a yoga mat on the bottom because I hear most of war is spent waiting and waiting so I didn't want to be in the "dirt."
Zack curls up next to me, like a good son should.
I tell him stories about people just like us who lived a million years ago caves and painted on the walls.
What would you write? I ask him, not at all trying to be a teacher or professor or anyone who had a right answer in mind.
"I'd write F.U. British!" Zack said, then he killed me.
