Normally after supper and the evening walky, Dad and I have a game. Sometimes it's "where's the rat", or "tug of war", or "sock monster", or "spaceships coming in to land", or "hide and seek". Dad's quite inventive with the games. In the summer we have football too, and I enjoy that very much.
This evening, though, I didn't want to play a game. I was quite content to doze on my sofa in front of the telly. Dad tried my favourite creeping-up-on-me game with Pheasant II but that didn't work either. I felt too sleepy and comfortable to get up and play.
Do you think this means I'm getting old? Could it be that at five and a half years old I am starting to "calm down", as Grandma hopefully puts it, at long last????