It was 6:40 am and three children – aged 6, 7, and 9 – were in
attendance. They were discussing activity options in an effort to find
one that they all agreed on. Much of the discussion centered on
competition and power. These three do not like to play independently
but they all want to be the leader in group activities.
They ruled out dinosaurs because they couldn’t agree on who would
control the strongest dinosaurs. They briefly played with cars but
there was a disagreement about which vehicle was the fastest. I tried
to explain that it didn’t matter what speed the vehicle was capable of
because none of them would be allowed to drive over the speed limit I
had set. They just stared at me and then decided to switch to another
activity instead.
No puppet show, no music band, no restaurant, no crafts. It was
beginning to look like they would never agree on one activity and then
someone suggested ‘Let’s play Babies’ and there was a unanimous cheer –
well, almost unanimous, I cringed and tried to look busy with other
work. If you want to know why ‘Playing Babies’ makes me shudder you can
read about it
here.
Once the ’parent’ role was assigned they began to negotiate the age
of the babies in the game. When they play this game they consider the
power role to be the youngest of the babies – probably because they
think that excuses them from more rules and therefore they can be more
disruptive. Sigh.
They decided the babies were both one month old and as the parent was
attempting to care for them the babies were crawling around and
fighting. I intervened.
“You can’t do that” I said
“Can’t do what?” they asked
“Crawl, sit, argue, throw things – pretty much anything”
“Why?”
“You said you were only one month old and a one month old baby can’t do any of that stuff”
“What can they do?”
I printed off an infant development chart like the one
here.
They read the list for the first month and the ‘babies’ tried to
imitate each item. Their favourite was ‘Strong grasp reflex present’ the
parent almost couldn’t escape.
The babies were now two months old and were practicing lifting their
heads to 45 degrees when lying on stomach. They began making noises
other than crying and their cries became more distinctive. The parent
lamented “I can’t wait until this crying stage is over”.
Through my tears (from laughter) I informed them that it was time to
get ready for school. Playing Babies will have to continue later.
Maybe I don’t find this game so annoying anymore.