What sweet memories I now have of laying on my stomach rolling the cars up and down the streets of the village. It always fell to me to protect the town from unwanted dinosaur visits or alien airplanes dive bombing the local restaurant or grocery store to steal sweet potato french fries.
When I would pretend to communicate from the police station to the plain wooden race car about one of the attacks with a crackling voice trying to pretend I was speaking through a walkie talkie my guy would smile. It didn’t keep him from plotting more attacks. In fact in seemed to spur him on. Having me engaged in play with him seemed to fill him with joy.
The funnier I spoke about the strange incidents I was finding as a patrolled Plastic Mat Village the stranger and more fun events he would create for me.
As soon as I moved to a different side of the village, something would happen.Something unpredictable. Sometimes it was caused by invisible relatives of the creatures I could see or they would caused by creatures that would slip up on top of a near by table officially named Dinosaur Mountain. I wasn’t able to capture any of them once. My plane was blocked from leaving the area of above the village. Which worked out well the police station on Plastic Mat Village would never have been big enough to hold them all.
I miss him so much when he is in school during the day. Time to lay on the floor and play with him will be something I can look forward too. I am hoping he looks forward to visiting Plastic Mat Village with me. It is a glorious time to get on the floor and play with him for me.
This post is linked to Mrs. Matlock.