We’ve been on a Roo kick around here, as in Roo from Winnie the Pooh. It all started with a rental from the library when we babysat for some friends, and after one night with the Heffalump movie, we’ve been reliving the action ever since. This means we all take roles from the movie and run around building Heffalump traps, which occasionally catch someone. As you might assume, K is always Roo and I am always Kanga. The other roles are variable, depending on how many participants we have and how many Winnie the Pooh-esque stuffed animals we can find to join us.
I thought this was all fine and dandy until the night when K woke up from a dream and called out: “Kanga or Daddy! Kanga or Daddy!” She is clear I’m not actually Kanga, right?