I have two daughters. Meg is seventeen, and Ella is four. Despite the thirteen years between them, they are, in some ways, peas in a pod. They both love Mexican food; they both love tormenting their brother; they both love watching reruns of Scooby Doo (sometimes I think these shows are too scary for Ella, but she always reminds me that the monsters aren’t real; they are people in masks). Still, Meg being a sophisticated teen doesn’t always indulge Ella when it comes to fun and games.
Yesterday I walked in to the toy room to see the two of them playing together.
“Hi, Mommy,” Ella said.
“Hi, Baby. Whatcha doin’?”
“We are playing the best childhood game of all time,” Meg replied.
“Yeah,” Ella said. “Don’t Let the Balloon Touch the Ground.”
“Hmmm,” I replied. “Don’t Let the Balloon Touch the Ground is a very good game.”
“Yes,” Meg said as she tapped the pink balloon in Ella’s direction. “It won best game of all time by a slim margin, narrowly beating out the second best game of all time.”
“And what is the second best game of all time?” I asked.
Meg popped the balloon in the air and looked at me like she could not believe I even needed to ask this question. In a tone full of superiority and the wisdom of ages, my seventeen-year-old replied, “The Ground is Lava!”