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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (29357)	6/18/1999 1:40:00 PM
From: E	Respond to of 71178

I think the fact that when they asked, you replied truthfully, made it clear that it was all a game, and had always been, and of course they were delighted to continue playing it. And of course I'm not saying that I think people who have told their children, and worked at making them believe true something, that they'll learn isn't true are necessarily making any huge mistake. I just wanted to mention for anyone thinking that the choice is between a lie with fun and the truth without it... well, that's not the choice at all! For some reason the big mouse story reminded me of one of the fantasy games my husband used to play with my son when J was a little boy. They would lie on the bed, which was a space ship, and J was the Ruler of the Fruit Kingdom and his father was the Ruler of the Vegetable Kingdom, and they would have wrestling matches during which each would shout out the superior nutritional virtues (mock, of course) of the defining products of his realm and would shout out terrible insults (all while wrestling strenuously over one issue or another) to the products of his opponent's realm, stressing vile taste and deleterious side effects. There were moments of great alarm when one or other of the Rulers would almost fall from the space ship and be saved by his Enemy. Other times one of them would decide to take over the space ship for the exclusive use of his own kingdom, and would attempt to toss his rival off the edge of the bed. I would occasionally pass by, and when I did, I would make a whistling sound, the kind of spooky sound of the winds of outer space, announcing that I was the Stewardess, and this annoyed my son no end. He would shout at me, angrily, "There is no stewardess, stop being silly! Edit: My husband just reminded me that most of the disputes erupted when one or the other of them discovered that his rival had placed more fruit or vegetables than his rightful amount in the cargo of the space ship for transport to Saturn. Sometimes perfectly good produce would have to be jettisoned in outer space in order to produce balance, but first there would have to be a wrestling match to decide the issue. I had forgotten that the point of the space journeys was to transport Earth produce throughout the solar system, but mainly to Saturn.