Will you stop that ? You guys would get hurt!! I scowled.
The thirty year old ‘kid’ looked at me with a question ‘What is wrong with you? ‘ in his eyes.
He was the sea monster and the kids ‘fishes’ trying to escape. They played their characters so well turning my living room into a mess.
The kids crept out of the pillow and hid behind their dad.
May be now I looked more like a monster to them rather than their mom. I smiled hiding the guilt that I spoiled all the fun. May be I have grown too old.