T was at home with me on Monday due to a school inset day.
I had housework stuff to do first thing but after all was done I asked him what he wanted us to do.
'Play Dr Who,' he answered.
My heart sank.
I am so bad at those kind of games.
Jigsaw puzzles I can do, reading I can do, colouring I can do, gluing and cutting out I can do, board games I can do. Make believe games just aren't my speciality.
'How about we go to the park?' I suggested.
'No thanks, Dr Who please.'
A couple of other suggestions were also dismissed and so Dr Who it was.
I was asked to make my choice from the sonic screwdriver collection and also decide between the vortex manipulator or Sarah Jane's watch.
I won't forget in a hurry how T laughed until he nearly cried over how I explained to Mr Smith yes of course I was Sarah Jane, no I'm not an imposter, yes I agree I don't look like my normal svelte self and yes I may have put on a few pounds, before finally admitting I was in fact an alien who had just eaten Sarah Jane!
As well as charging around the dining room trying to dodge the sonic rays and work out ways to get through the triple force field shield T was able to deploy whenever it seemed like I was getting the upper hand in our battles, it all turned out to be really good fun.