Yesterday was much better. Isaac was back to his chipper self, assisted in part by Daddy's awesome display of QAP.
Here's the new game he invented. We're calling it "The Don't Game":
Daddy: Don't...stand on the bed/and touch your head!
(Isaac stands on bed, touches head, grins.)
Daddy: Don't...growl in the towel!
(Isaac runs into the bathroom. A brief pause follows.)
Isaac (muffled): Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
Daddy and Mommy (in unison): D'oh!
Much hilarity ensues.
I came home tonight to find this enchanting little tale typed on my laptop:
"Once upon a time Isaac saw his friend Rust. Rust was a big girl with red hair. She had a red dress on. Rust peed in the girls’ room."
It's sort of a collaborative work. The first three sentences were authored by Daddy, while the fourth is Isaac's unique contribution.
A literary dynasty, we are.