There are some games we play that the boys have always loved. And one of those is referred to as “making a sandwich.”This usually consists of me putting blankets, pillows and sofa cushions on top of them and then attempting to take a bite. Today, J got very excited at the idea of doing this and controlling the structure of the game. He went from being a sandwich, to whispering to me how and what we should pretend to be, to eventually being the Stinky Cheese Man who manages to escape every time I went to bite into the sandwich. In some ways, its similar to the book,”Pete’s a Pizza.” My favorite part of the game is watching him come up with new types of roles for me and for him. I love watching his imagination unfold. I’m curious if this is something mothers do with their sons or if this is a game best experienced by rowdy fathers and sons?