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Saturday, March 5

Hug O'War

Friday evenings are called 'Family Movie Night' in our home. We rent a movie, or choose one from our own library, order a pizza, and settle into the TV room hoping mommy does not fall asleep during the first hour of the film. (What it is about the Harry Potter series-especially the first one- I don't know. But darn it all, Darian can count on me falling asleep right before the sorting ceremony.)

Since Darian is on movie restriction (another post some other day), she decided we would hang out in my room, in bed, and she would read poetry to us. This is what she chose to recite:

I will not play at tug o'war.
I'd rather play at hug o'war,
Where everyone hugsInstead of tugs,
Where everyone gigglesAnd rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,And everyone wins.

So we played Hug O'War! In bed! With the cats and the dog, too! We hugged and giggled and giggled and hugged and giggled and giggled and giggled some more until we fell asleep with the lights on.

Our family movie nights are something we count on as a bonding experience; a night we all look forward to. While there was no movie watched, we relished in our family time, and thanks to a nudge from Shel Silverstein, we got a good game of Hug O'War in to boot.


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