Playing Emma

Saturday  in the early morning  Mystie

One of the boys’ favorite games is to “play Emma.” Being Auntie Em can mean all sorts of things, and they have intently watched her softball games and her marching band performances so that they can do the same things.

If Hans shouts, “Jaeger! Let’s be Emma!” and Jaeger replies, “Oh-TAY!” They then will dig through the closet toy basket for a ball or a bat and begin swinging and throwing their little hearts out, running and sliding home between each swing and toss. I try to keep that game outside.

But sometimes Jaeger will say, “Hans! Let’s be Emma! Let’s play marching band!” and Hans has never turned down this suggestion. So they will scour about for something to approximate a tuba or trumpet and they will march about with something at their mouths making a great commotion.

But if Hans is the one to suggest the marching band game, then they are not horn players. No, the tuba was SO last year. THIS year Emma was the drum major. So Hans will say, “Let’s play marching band and we will be EMMA!” Then they both run to put their backs against the wall in the living room and they begin madly swinging their arms every which way. Then they get a little smarter and step a few paces away from another. Then, on Hans’ cue, they run run run as fast as they can across the “field” to the other side, face the room and again direct the tempo. If Mommy would let them erect a step ladder on each side of the room, they would; but I won’t.

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