Tag, You're it!

Last night we were trying to get the kids to bed, and it was a slow process, as we were all tired from a long day. David had fallen asleep in the car, so he was taken care of. Olivia and Sean finally headed up to start the bedtime routine, but Warren needed a little extra convincing. Darin decided to start a game of tag to make it a little more exciting. He touched Warren on the shoulder and said, "Tag, You're it!" and proceeded to run toward the stairs. Warren giggled and followed him, but about the time he got to the bottom of the stairs I heard him crying, "Ow, my foot! It hurts really bad." At this point Darin was almost to the top of the stairs, and he turned around to check on him. I heard Darin say, "What happened, bud?" Warren continued hobbling up the stairs, grabbing his ankle, continuing in his misery. Right as he reached Darin, he moved his hand from his ailing foot, touched Darin on the leg and I heard, "TAG, you're it!!!", followed by squeals of laughter from my supposedly injured son. He was pretty proud of himself as he ran the rest of the way upstairs, and I have to admit, he gave quite the performance! I would never have guessed he was faking! We all had a good laugh, but now I'm getting a little nervous. How many times has he pulled this on me without me knowing? And more importantly, how many more times will he attempt to use it on me? Do we have a future of heating pad fevers? Fake coughs? Warren shaped pillows saving his spot in bed? He probably falls asleep at night shaking his head saying to himself, "It's just too easy!" Oh well, for now we will just laugh, and hope that he uses his talent in a productive manner (like winning a game of tag).