Games K likes to play

Car Superheroes (with his toy cars from the "Cars" movie, which he only saw the first two minutes of before deeming it "too scary"). The red car is Lightning the Queen, with lightning power; blue is Ice Car, with the power to encase other cars in ice; yellow is Color-Changing Car, with the power to change the color of other cars, making them confused; and green is Pear Car, with the power to shoot pears for people to eat. Pear Car originally shot fireballs, but I asked K to make it something less violent. Pear Car can team up with Ice Car to make pear popsicles.

Superhero Family. K's powers vary, although he is always fond of the power to shoot blocks of ice. Daddy is No Pants Man, with the power to make people wear shorts. Mommy is Dessert Girl. X is Super Baby, with the power to nap. I am always tasked with thinking up scenarios requiring the entire Super Family. For instance, someone was bringing cake and ice cream to a party, but he fell and the cake and ice cream smashed all over his pants. No Pants Man can give him some clean shorts, while Dessert Girl and Ice Man work together to recreate the cake and ice cream. Super Baby cooperates by napping through all of this. Or a simpler scenario: someone's pants are on fire and he's really hungry.

The "I'll Eat My Hat" Game. We take turns saying something ridiculous, and the other one says, "If [something ridiculous], I'll eat my hat." For instance, "I'm going to take X back to the baby store and trade him for a monkey." "If you trade X for a monkey, I'll eat my hat."

Rock Band (not the video game -- he likes that too, but our drum set has been broken for a while). When someone points at you, you have to be the singer.

Pirates. Follow the pretend map and dig up the hidden treasure. The map must require you to walk on a tightrope at some point, and to jump in a hole or into a pipe.

Scary Goats. I chase him around making goat noises. (This game originated when K ran away from me and jumped on to the couch with Daddy, yelling, "A scary ghost is chasing me!" Daddy replied, "What's so scary about goats?")

And finally, not exactly a game, but he loves telling knock knock jokes, some standards and some he makes up himself. One day, a long time ago, he came home with one from school: "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Mr. Yama." "Mr. Yama who?" "Mr. YamaHAAAAA!" We had no idea why this was a joke, but the delivery was hilarious and it became a standard in our house, along with variations ("ObamaHAAA!"). It turned out the guy who plays music at their school on Fridays has a Yamaha amp and he tells this "joke" when it's time to pull out the amp. Today when JW left for his business trip, K asked where he was going. "Omaha," I replied. Then K and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Knock knock."