Qigong, "The Boy Game," and Hawaii

We started a new massage therapy prescribed by your occupational therapist. Years ago, I would probably have put "qigong sensory therapy" the same category as "milk from constantly hugged goats" – but alas, life is an adventure. The challenges we face have reshaped me. My parenting mode is much more "willing to try anything" than I ever imagined. Yes, I would probably even try milk from constantly hugged goats if there was evidence-based research showing it could help.

At any rate, it is mostly enjoyable for us both. But some nights, you would rather read or do something else. Some nights, I have had more than enough together time and would looooove to skip it. To help us stay on track, you made up a reward system for it. Every night that we do it, you get to play 3 or more games of The Boy Game (to be explained) and after a year, we get to go to...Hawaii!!

The Hawaii part I completely understand (YES - let's do it!) but The Boy Game is one of many bizarre things that you love for reasons that I cannot fathom. It goes like this:

Mom chooses random verb and sings it in this pattern:
Flying boy,
Flying boy,
Flying - flying - flying boy 

Boy acts out verb and pretends to have some sort of grave accident at the end of the song. 

Repeat with new verb such as climbing, jumping, etc.

This is something you want to do every night for a year? And I can talk you out of say - dawdling while brushing or teasing your sister because "Maybe we will have time for one more round of The Boy Game?"

Well, okay. I'll go for it. Who knows - maybe someday you'll write a book about your childhood and include The Boy Game as one of your many adventures. You are currently in love with Jon Scieczka's book Knucklehead where he talks about one of his favorite games, Ghost Rider, where a kid rides a bike under monkey bars, letting go so the bike keeps going without a rider.

Hooray for Ghost Rider! Hooray for The Boy Game! And a big hooray for OT!