Contrasting preoccupations
Feb. 24th, 2011 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundThe boys were having a game on the way home from the food co-op just now:
The Oyster: This is a ghost train, and I'm a vampire, and I'm going to chop off your head at midnight!
The Feaster: I'm pretenting to be a toy toothbrush with a gun!
I do heartily wish they'd put a sock in the whole violence schtick.
"Play is a processing mechanism. Play is a processing mechanism," I say to myself. (Sometimes it helps.)
The Oyster: This is a ghost train, and I'm a vampire, and I'm going to chop off your head at midnight!
The Feaster: I'm pretenting to be a toy toothbrush with a gun!
I do heartily wish they'd put a sock in the whole violence schtick.
"Play is a processing mechanism. Play is a processing mechanism," I say to myself. (Sometimes it helps.)