When I was young I played what I called 'house'--
pretend play of having my own family, someone the mom, dad, baby, etc...When I played with people figures, barbie dolls, whatever...I called it 'dolls' or 'dollhouse'.
Well, my girls have their own play language...When they play 'house' they call it playing 'man', which makes sense, but then they play "baby policeman"--I have NO idea what that is about. I have watched, listened, and asked questions and I still just don't get it, but they all seem to completely understand how it all works. When someone says, "Let's play baby policeman!" Everyone jumps into position and knows the characters, plot, etc...
A new thing they play is called, "Little Mouse", now I don't get this one either but what I do know is that I DO NOT LIKE this game.
From what I understand, they collect food for winter, but food being crayons, markers, rocks, puzzle pieces, game parts, books, toys, toothbrushes, underwear, mail...you name it, whatever they can find, they collect....then they take their socks and they stuff each sock full of these items, they take buckets, plastic grocery bags and they fill them with these things (not in an organized way, they switch it all up) and then they hide them...under the kitchen table, under their beds, behind the couches, etc...and they call this playing "Little Mouse".
This game takes FOREVER to clean up...!!! (they occasionally even stuff real food and dirty laundry into plastic bags and hide them), and I never seem to know when they are playing until I start finding their stores of 'food' or when I look under one of their beds and find 25, stuffed full, plastic bags.
So, now, since I have caught on to the plot of this game, whenever I hear them say, "Let's play little mouse", I jump in and say "
NO, you can only play little mouse if it is outside"
So, we are at the beach, and here they are playing "Little Mouse"...
they are frantically running around, collecting rocks, seaweed, shells, and even live animals before winter comes.
I smile, sit, watch, and occasionally help them clean their food before they store it. I just love their little imaginations at work, and it is much easier to enjoy their little imaginations in a place where I can
sit,
watch, and then
leave the mess for the ocean to clean up on it's journey in.
Do your kids 'pretend play' anything strange like that?
So, here is my brother, Chris, spinning his son.
Here is my brother Chris getting slammed by his son. He wouldn't stop till we removed the blindfold (Indy was very anxious to get some candy)
Here is Chris getting hit by his daughter, that he just finished spinning.
The funny thing is...only his children spun around to hit him. The others found the Pinata just fine. 
At this point in the game, Chris learned to direct them after spinning them.
Below is Bree letting all her nieces and nephews spin her while playing pin the tail on the donkey...what a good sport Bree!
