AARC–American Association of Retired Children

My mom has a small blow-up pool, where my kids and I go almost every day after work.  My boys have invented an adorable game, which they like to call “Lost Boy”. 

The game goes like this:  both boys walk to the opposite side of the pool from my mom and I, then the oldest places his arm around the youngest, and says, “are you a lost little boy?”. 

“I a wost boy”, his brother replies, and the oldest leads him to me, or my mother, and says, here’s your lost little boy. 

“What’s your name?”, we ask the toddler.  “Wost boy”, he says.  Then he hugs us, goes over to the other side of the pool, and we do the whole thing again.  It’s adorable.

Today I begged them to play, “Wost Boy”.  After I had asked multiple times, my oldest said, “Mommy, we’ve retired from playing that.”