Our couch has a magic button on it.
Once pressed, the button turns the couch into a giant fire truck, complete with loud, whirring sirens that blast whenever that invisible button is pushed.
It's super. It's great. I love the imagination the boys have these days.
But...
Monster will push the button "WHEE-OOOoooOOO. WHEEeeEEE-oooOOOoo" and sound the fire truck alarm. Monkey will come next, to partake in the super, imaginary fun his brother has started. And in his excitment, he will start pushing his OWN imaginary button. "WHEE-ooOOOoo. WHEEE-OOOoooOOOooo", they will chant in unison.
And then Monster decides it is HIS imaginary fire truck and starts yelling at Monkey,
"You can't push the button, I am pushing the button!"
And Monkey yells back,
"I want to push it! It is MY button!"
Then the pushing and shoving starts, the fighting, the pulling hair, pinching and scratching and I have to ban them from the fire truck. Forever.
I thought this was bad enough. And then this morning it got worse.
We were in the sewing room, and Monster says to Monkey:
"Here is your pretend lunch! I put it in your mouth for you!"
Monkey was NOT excited about pretend lunch.
"No! I don't want pretend lunch!"
"HERE! I made you pretend LUNCH!" Monster shouted back at him.
"NO!!! I don't want pretend lunch!" Monkey replied and started to cry. "I sad 'cause I don't want pretend lunch!"
"You have to eat it, I MADE it for YOU!" Monster replied.
And then the fighting ensued.
I think I have a pretend migrain now.
Oh. Wait. Nope.
It's real.
