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Saturday D&D
Sarah was out of town for a wedding. The kids had been asking for another D&D game. We hadn’t played in ages, not since last summer. So, yes, totally, let’s play D&D! But let’s do it properly. We needed more players. I invited over some friends of theirs so that we could potentially have five players, but if the youngest two—Maggie and her friend, Olive—lost interest, they could entertain each other. Five kids while solo parenting… I was asking for it.
We had a great time. Maggie and Olive only played for a bit, but Griffin, Murray, and Miles invested a couple of hours into it. In the year and a half since our first game, the kids have developed quite a bit. Some observations and highlights:
- Griffin is far more adept at arithmetic now, and loves doing it. He gets mad if I do any of the math during the game, wanting to calculate everybody’s hit points and bonuses and all of that.
- Griffin is also better at reading and writing, though not quite as good as Murray, who is a year older. They loved writing things down and, when possible, reading things aloud. When they came to the ruins of a village, they could not have been more excited to read this scrawled note posted by the main road:
WARNING!
Plant monsters and zombies
KEEP OUT!
- They acted like all they wanted to do was fight monsters, but in reality they tended to get a little bored during combat. They were most engaged when they were debating their plans and making decisions as a group.
- They loved deciding whether to travel on the road or through the wilderness. Although crossing the wilderness was more direct, they elected to follow the road because they thought (correctly) that it would be less dangerous.
- When they passed through a civilized town, they debated what kind of meal to have, and spent some time figuring out how much treasure they had and whether they could afford a fancy meal. They eventually elected to splurge on a princely feast.
- This led to them being followed by a pickpocket. Much joy as they spotted him and then ambushed him, leading eventually to the moral quandary of what to do with their criminal prisoner. After some debate, they elected to “scare him” and then let him go, telling him not to try to steal from people anymore.
- Honestly, my impression was that I could mostly dispense with the adventure plot, and simply give them opportunities to go shopping, explore the map, etc. I think they just loved getting to make the kinds of decisions that adults usually make for them. (Plus rolling dice, of course—lots of dice!)


Maggie’s Birthday Bike
Maggie started showing interest in her balance bike at the end of February, and by the time her birthday loomed near at the beginning of April, it was clear she would probably be ready for a bike with pedals this summer! She’s much smaller than Griffin was when he started on a pedal bike, so I hunted down a smaller version and we gave it to her on Sunday for her birthday. She was beyond excited to try it! However, it was raining pretty hard all day that day, and even into the morning on Monday. She begged me to let her try it, but knowing there would inevitably be some spills, I told her we needed to wait until it stopped raining.
Well, Monday afternoon it stopped raining, and she was raring to go! I wasn’t sure how it would go for her, but low and behold, on one of her first tries, she took off! I pulled my phone out and grabbed some video. We spent the rest of the day touring the neighborhood with her practicing her new pedal bike. She’s hooked and asks to ride it at every opportunity now! It’s pretty amazing, and such a testament to the balance bike.
I hope you enjoy these short videos of her first rides!
https://youtu.be/VHzvlUPWVV0 https://youtu.be/F5PubCaf5CAJoint Birthday Party
Griffin and Maggie, turning seven and four respectively, agreed to have a joint birthday party this year. Each of them invited seven friends, and we all gathered at a local park for cupcakes and fun. It was a gorgeous day, and the whole event felt unusually relaxed. The kids rampaged around while the adults chatted, kept nominal watch, and guarded the cupcakes (my strategy: eat them).
Space Science
For years we have despaired that our children would grow up to be shiftless, unmotivated drones. Fortunately, for at least the past six months, they have settled onto a pair of robust dreams for the future. Maggie will be an astronaut. Griffin, who is less excited about the discomforts of space travel, will be a space scientist, staying on the ground but helping Maggie with her experiments.


Clever Fool
Griffin got me with two April Fool’s Day jokes already this morning: he told me he made me some brownies for a treat (which turned out to be brown E’s) and he handed me a shoe box and said he got me a new pair (which turned out to be a pear)! He was so delighted with himself, and so was I!


Rules
Maggie: I’m just too tired to put my puzzles away….Can I help with making pancakes?
Daddy: If you’re too tired for puzzles, you’re too tired for helping with pancakes.
Maggie: But I’m just so so so tired for puzzles, Daddy.
Daddy: If you’re too tired to put your things away, you’re too tired to help me.
Maggie: But see, I have different rules than you guys do!
What our Children Know About Us
We recently came across these interview questions on Facebook. Seemed like a fun thing to do. We first three interviews in January, but Maggie wasn’t interested in answering the daddy questions back then. She grudgingly agreed to give it a go during spring break, on March 23.
Mama |
Daddy | |||
Griffin | Maggie | Griffin | Maggie | |
What is something I always say to you? | Stop. | Clean up. | When I say, “Do you want to play a game,” you say, “Yeah, sure.” | I don’t know. |
What makes me happy? |
When I do stuff for you. | Clean up. | When I play with you. | Saying, “Please can you play with me?” |
What makes me sad? | When I mess up the house. | When I accidentally break something. | When I mess up the house. | When me and Griffin do bad things. Like break glass. |
How do I make you laugh? | By tickling me! | We sing silly things! | By tickling me! | By saying funny things. |
What was I like as a child? | Mischief! | I don’t know! | You didn’t have a CD player. | Shrug. |
How old am I? | 39 | I don’t know. | 44 | I forgot. Twenty? No. Not twenty. Twenty-four? No. Are you twenty-four? |
How tall am I? | I don’t know! | REALLY tall! | I didn’t measure you. I’m guessing it might be like four feet, maybe, no… five feet. | Super tall! |
What is my favorite thing to do? | Play with me! | Watch TV! | Play with me. | Play! |
What do I do when you’re not around? |
Go to the store. |
Work. |
Go to school. |
Do computer work. |
What am I really good at? | Typing on the computer. | Clean up with me. |
Making pannakukken. |
Shrug. |
What is something I’m not good at? | Going under your bed. |
Not cleaning up. |
Reading Chinese. |
I don’t know. |
What do I do for a job? | Take care of Maggie. | Something. | Go to work. |
To clean up dinner. To clean up the dishes. |
What is my favorite food? |
Cheese kabook… what is that thing? You know that thing that Grandma and Grandpa make with cheese or apples? [Strudel] | I don’t know! | Pannakukken. | Sausage! Or raspberries. |
What do you enjoy doing with me? | Playing Mille Bornes! | Playing! | Playing Rat-A-Tat-Cat. | Play! Frozen spot-it. |
Blasted clothes
Maggie: “Mama, if we go close to that will it shoot my clothes off?”
It took me a minute to understand why she was asking that question…

Future Career in Medicine
We have an old twin-sized futon—the ultra-basic variety with the unfinished pine base that folds, awkwardly, into a chair. Though it has been useful over the years, it doesn’t get a lot of love. In return, it has become increasingly lumpy and shabby looking. Sarah and I generally ignore it, keeping it around for rare times when we are brimming with house guests. The kids, however, see it as a multi-purpose device: trampoline, hurdle, and the floor, wall, or roof for their many ephemeral fort designs.
Said futon recently sprung a leak, spewing forth tiny bits of foam (the foam core is surrounded by a nimbus of smaller chunks, ergo the lumpiness). Sarah applied a duct tape bandage, but the kids regularly defeat this measure with a single good leap.
This morning, Sarah and I found the futon blocking the basement hallway with a spray of foam guts on the carpet. We asked the kids to clean up the mess, and reminded them that the poor futon is off limits until we come up with a hardier solution. Some time later, I returned to the basement and found that Griffin had filled an entire trash can with foam bits, vastly more than what we had seen on the carpet before. With sinking heart, I inquired as to what was going on. Griffin proudly said that he was making sure that no more would leak out again, at which point he reached into the growing wound and extracted another armload of foam.
As I groaned at the plight of the poor, eviscerated futon, Maggie squealed, “More, Griffin, MORE!”
