One game the boys play, as do most children, is “house.” I haven’t figured this one out, though, because it usually consists of them playing cars, legos, etc.; they stop in the middle of whatever they are doing, one of them declares, “Let’s play house!”, they pick roles and then they just go right back to whatever they were doing. So I’m not sure what the actual game is, but they seem to enjoy themselves.
The Wise One overheard this exchange a couple of weeks ago:
Peanut: “Chester, let’s play house!”
Chester: “OK. I’ll be the father.”
Peanut: “OK. . . . I’ll be the Holy Spirit!”