At dinner last night, Blitzen was telling us about a new game she made up with 2 of her more imaginative friends. She was the mom, a mermaid mom, of course, and her kids were werewolves.
Andrew interrupts, “Um, wait, you are a mermaid but your kids are werewolves?”
Blitzen looks at Andrew like this is obvious, “Yeah, because their dad was a werewolf.”
Andrew continues, “Who played the dad the werewolf?”
Blitzen again looks at Andrew like he is a little bit dense, “Nobody. Who knows where the dad werewolf is, and who cares?!? Anyway... so my werewolf daughters have to save me before I die,” she explains.
Then I interject,” You have so much imagination, Blitzen. I wonder if I had that much imagination in 4th grade.” I cast around in my brain – what did you play at recess in 4th grade? And then it hits me, I hung out with my good friend Jennie O and we played, you are not going to believe this, Seawees. Anybody else remember seawees? Jennie O and I smuggled them to school in our pockets (nobody had backpacks then) — they were petite mermaids with fabulously colored hair and we made up these really elaborate seawee scenarios under the lone tree (scrub bush really) in our hot, hot, dry, dry Arizona playground.
So clearly the whole mermaid thing got transferred to Blitzen by osmosis.