My mom swears there is a difference between boys and girls. I say "how would you know?!" Regardless of if this is true or not, I sure had a great time playing at the museum.
I played puppets!
Put on a great show.
Learned to use my thumb to make the mouth go.
Used it to bite my mom, duh.
Tossed the puppets around
When I wasn't successful at landing him on top every time, I figured out a means to assist me
Then uttered the phrase "now he's stuck forever."
Followed by "have to get him killed"
Then found a sword
Which aided my fight with the King
Then a girl came to play!
I yelled
She danced around in a purple dress
I shot stuff with my sword
She posed while her mom drew her picture
I threw myself on the floor and played hurt yelling, "I'm very real sad"
She made the puppets talk.
I made and knocked down castles
She read a book.
See, we played the exact same thing. My mother is losing her mind.
In other news, my new favorite thing to talk about is butts. Specifically peanut butter on butts. If you're not using this in your daily conversations, you're living life very wrong.