Imagination Station

My kids have great imaginations. Just today, my son was in what I now call his "imagination station," also known as the bathroom, singing and acting things out at the top of his lungs while sitting on the toilet. This was at least a 15-minute exercise. Pretty impressive. Well, because I was such a grump yesterday I determined on the way to work to surprise them after work by showing my imagination. Shortly after getting home, I ran up to my room to change into the karate outfit my son made for me as a Christmas present. Then I came down and had a nice little karate fight with my son, which turned into a family wrestling match that included my wife and baby. Once the imagination kicks in it's hard to stop. Somehow we ended the night acting like monkeys. Amazingly, I convinced my kids to get ready for bed and change into their pajamas using monkey calls. I don't know what got into me. Either way, it seemed to work better than speaking human, so I might do it again tomorrow night.