My almost 4 year old is great at making up games. I am the main star of her most recent, which she’s aptly named ‘wabble-wabble’. I am not particularly crazy about this role, but am joining in with an enthusiasm bordering on manic.
Wabble-wabble
goes like this. I’ll be dressing up or undressing or just out of the shower…in any
state of undress where the wobble fraternal twins will be on display. She’ll
run up to me with this huge smile, squealing with delight and gather in her 10
little fingers, as much of either my tummy or bum as her little hands can, give it a mighty my-life-depends-on-it
shake while loudly singing ‘Wabble-wabble mummy…wiggly-wabble!’ over and over. I’ll play along and I’ll wiggle more and join
in and sing along. My girl is happy, I look happy to her and that’s what matters
in that moment.
But
see….