“Can I play?”
My son rushes off to get a long blue ribbon. He gives me the one end and holds on to the other while hopping onto his bike. He turns to give me very serious instructions:
“Face down, legs funny.”
Oh, I see.
He means that silly thing I did one day. I got down on the floor and pretended to swim, while holding on to his ribbon as he biked away. Endless joy. Don’t ask… I have no clue why either.