In lieu of something productive to do, my husband has convinced our children that "Monster Steve" is a big scary daddy monster that lives in the garage. Yesterday, when I put the dog outside, my daughter, Mischief, announced that I let the imaginary Monster Steve out of the garage, and we needed to go hunt him down. She used the stethoscope as her rope/lasso to throw at the imaginary monster and catch him. Her brother is not sure what the game is, but he knows how to yell, "Hide!" and duck under the table. Several times, Monster Steve escaped, but, alas, we finally caught him and put him back in the garage.
However, now his mother was on the loose in our house. So, we caught her and put her in the garage. Then it was Monster Steve's grandmother... then his grandfather. Yes, we, in fact, caught all of Monster Steve's family and put them in the garage to not escape until Daddy (aka Monster Steve) was home today.
Once again, Monster Steve has escaped and must be caught...
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