Puppetry of the Daddy

Okay, I love playing with puppets. Or children that I use as puppets. It wasn't always this way. I've found this love later in life. I enjoy pretending for our kids using toys, puppets (hey, if you got it, use it), or just about anything that I can get my hands on. Chip clips, old leaves, etc.

Why is this so fun? Because it gives me a chance to explore, to entertain, but mostly I use it to distract. Alice might be crying for whatever reason, but if a stuffed toy strikes up a conversation about the injustice of polka dots, that gives her pause and pretty soon has forgotten why she was crying in the first place. 

How the hell do other parents deal with these issues? I have no idea. All I know is what I've been taught by Mr Bunny, Eugine F. K. Leaf, and The Great Zucchini.