Bad Mommy and her friend were trying to have an adult conversation while sitting on the floor with two three-year-olds who were engaged in a fierce battle between Power Rangers and Playmobil Pirates. It went something like this:
Bad Mommy: So I sent the check for our trip, now I’m just pruning that much out of our budget
power ranger flies by complete with war whoop
Friend: What are you considering? (to her son: I think Archie wants to be a bad guy, honey.)
pirate flies by with screams regarding some type of laser beam
Bad Mommy Well, I’m thinking of dropping music class, (holds out hand to prevent tackle by Archie)
screaming about whether or not said laser can indeed dead the bad guy
Bad Mommy but Archie really seems to enjoy it (to Archie: Is there a bad guy he can capture, and then another bad guy you can help escape? So you can both get to play your game?)
more screaming, this time much harder to understand
Friend: Hey! Guys! (holding up playmobil pirate’s revolver) A Gun!
almost 15 full seconds of silence as the boys admire her find, and distraction long enough for the mommies to finish a sentence or two (well, almost)
Seriously. I’m a pacifist.
Let me tell you though, pirates and three-year-olds playing pretend, aren’t.