Go to the TARDIS console.
That was the first little note my son handed me the other day as I finished cleaning up the dinner dishes. I wiped my hands on the dishtowel and went into his bedroom where he has a table set up as the console of his own personal TARDIS. There, I found another note.
Go to the couch.
And on and on the notes went, leading me around the house until I finally came upon a note that simply said:
I love you mommy.
I don’t know where he go the idea from, but I thought it was so sweet. Then he wanted me to do a “hunt” for him. I told him to go work on cleaning his room and I would leave him my own notes.
I tried to make them questions he had to figure out. Small riddles to make it more of a game. He’s always telling me we don’t play enough games together.
It’s getting cold in the house. Where do we turn up the heat?
Where do you find Narnia? (Hint: The Lion, the Witch, and the _______)
I went overboard. I had him going all over the house and back again. He enjoyed it, even when the questions made him pause and I had to give him more hints. He hurried up and down the hallway, reading each note aloud with a note of joy in his voice.
Then he came to the final note, which had been set on the toilet seat in my bathroom next to the blue TARDIS I received as a Christmas gift. It’s not just a TARDIS. It’s the game of Yahtzee, Doctor Who style.
Let’s play YAHTZEE!
He loved it. He was so excited that he didn’t even whine when I told him he needed to brush his teeth and get ready for bed before we played. Then we sat at the coffee table in the living room and rolled the dice. We collected Sontarans and Weeping Angels and Cybermen. We laughed and rolled the dice in the dark blue TARDIS. He won by one point and we celebrated.
We went to bed that night – he’s been sleeping in his own room ever since he got a brand new loft bed for Christmas – and it was the first time in a long time that I didn’t feel like he was disappointed in the amount of time he had to spend with me.