Rachel's latest way of having fun is pretending she's a lion or tiger and scaring Drew and me. Most of the time, it's true, she enlists my help in scaring Drew when he's downstairs showering or returning from running errands. Then Rachel and I will whisper that it's a good idea to try to frighten Daddy, so she'll say, "I've got a great idea! Let's roar him!"
We were cuddling in the glider last night while Drew was finishing up a high-profile story in the latest of his "Bankers Behaving Badly" beat stories. She whispered to me, "When Daddy comes upstairs, let's roar him."
"Are we tigers or lions?" I asked.
"Lions," she decided.
The great thing is, whenever we both roar at Drew, he really does appear startled. There's nothing like a low Mommy roar accompanied by the tiny roar of a 3 1/2 year old trying to look fierce that is enough to make you collapse with laughter.
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