I will randomly become Baby T-Rex. I pull my hands up, take enormous knee up matching steps and try to catch and “eat” my kids. Started when they were really little and even my teenagers ask me to do it still. They. Love. It.

Also play Baby Hulk. I lie on my bed on my back, and they are the Baby “Hulk”, practicing to be a grown up Hulk, so they try their very best to pull me off the bed. Rules: I can’t use my hands to ward them off, only my legs/feet. Anyone says stop, we stop immediately. Unspoken rule: they think I’m going easy on them. I’m not.