Sit right back and we’ll tell a tale. . . .

Another installation in our effort to send Daddy daily pictures. . . .

We got a big pile of mulch, so despite the lovely playset that we have, the mulch pile is the center of our universe. Walking home from school today there was excited chatter about how big, how dirty, how high.

Carter and Maddie are really into imaginary play these days- which consists mostly of making up tragic stories about dead parents, and accidents that cause dramatic limps.

As I approached the mulch pile, I was met with the following:

Maddie: Pretend the pitch fork fell on me and almost killed me and I can’t move anymore.

Carter: And pretend I fell and landed in a tire and I’m paralyzed now.

Archie: And pretend I turned to stone.

Maddie: And the pitchfork went through my leg and broke it-

Carter: and I couldn’t move at all because I fell in a tire.

Archie: Grrrrrrrrrrr

I attempted to leave the scene, but then they pulled me in too:

Carter: Help! Help! Somebody Help! (to me) pretend you’re an Indian. You’re sent here to help us.

Maddie: Use your strength to save us.

Archie: Help! Help! I fell on this!

I used my superstrength to assist, and Carter told me more about their plight.

Carter: You see, we need help from an Indian because we’re Americans. We were on our way to study the rainforest when there was a terrible storm that wrecked our ship-

Archie: (in a strange monotone) And turned me to stone. I can’t move.

Carter: Quit talking like a robot. Stones don’t talk like robots.

Archie: (completely flat) This is how I talk.

Maddie: We got hit by lightning that was concentrated by 30 times. It injured me and Carter and did something strange to Archie. And after you save us, we’ll need a place to stay.

I went ahead and saved them, and invited them to live in my village. How often to you really get to be a superhero anyway?