Yesterday, while playing football, also known as my son alternatively throws the football in the air and bosses me around, E states very matter of fact: I’m a GOOD GUY.
As it turns out in my son’s world, good guys run from bad guys, often have trouble not giggling when the bad guy gets close and can suddenly announce: YOU CAN’T CROSS THAT LINE.
Then the good guys taunt the bad guys: YOU CAN’T GET ME! HAHAHAHAHA!
But after an especially well-executed good-guy tackle and grab, my son RUNS INTO THE BUSHES. I follow when I hear: WHREAREREWSSDFE (I think that’s how it’s spelled).
As I enter, he bursts forth yelling at the top of his lungs: NOW, I’M A BAD GUY!
As it turns out, in E’s world bad guys have an uncanny ability to slow good guys down by announcing: YOU’RE RUNNING TOO FAST. They love a good belly laughing and can push your throw button, which is a secret button on your torso causing you to release the football into the air IMMEDIATELY.
Oh, and after 45 minutes, the good guys and bad guys go inside and eat cupcakes.
Because by now it’s hard to remember who is who anyway.
The moral of the story: Good guys have bad qualities and bad guys have good qualities and either one can emerge from the bushes at any time to push your buttons and offer you cupcakes.