Playing Games

Clara and Margaret have a new game. King. They pull swim diapers over their heads, and you know what? The diapers do resemble crowns. Either crowns or the headpieces bishops wear. Either option--king or bishop or pope--would suit Clara. All come with authority.
Anyway, the girls pull diapers over their heads and then run around the house shouting, "King! King!" They want me to play but no diaper, save for a Depends, could possibly fit my pumpkin head.
Outside, they like to play Firefighter. Either Gene or I blasts them with water from the hose, something we couldn't do last year because of the drought. Clara, of course, would like to blast Margaret, but we don't allow her to do this.
At the swimming pool, both my girls are jumping in and going under the water for a few seconds, emerging wiping their eyes. Clara was falling into the water from Gene's shoulders, while Margaret had him supporting her stiff legs while he flipped her into the water. Margaret asked to take off her swim vest and then splashed around to get accustomed to just being in the water. They will take lessons this fall at the local YMCA.
They are sticking up for each other. When Gene threatened to swat Clara on the bottom, Margaret started shouting, "Don't swat Clara! Don't swat my sister!" And when I pretend to growl and bite Margaret's feet, Clara stops me with real concern. I guess when you are King you watch out for all your subjects.