As you can imagine, Demon Baby doesn't play games like other kids. His games are weirder.
Take Trivial Pursuit. He takes out the game board. He hands me cards. I make up questions, like, "What is 3 + 5?" or "What sound does a cow make?" When he gets the question correct, he gets a wedge. When he fills the round wheel, he gets to make a wish. (His rules, not mine.)
Last night, he filled the wheel in record time (I was too tired to invent challenging questions).
"I get to make a wish now."
"All right. Go ahead."
MINUTES later, his eyes were still closed.
"That's a long wish."
"No, just a hard one."
"Well, what are you wishing for?"
"All right, to be taller?" (Common wish for him.)
"For a toy?"
"Do NOT trot out the baby brother wish again. Please."
"I give up."
"I made a wish for you."
"For me? What kind of wish?" (A little teary-eyed, then panicky that he might wish for TWIN baby brothers or something.)
"I wished for you to get a unicorn."
"Um . . . wow. I am touched. Um . . . do you think I LIKE unicorns?"
"Everyone likes unicorns. They're cool. I think you should have one. It would make you happy. A pet unicorn."
"All right. But you know? Having you as my Demon Baby makes me happier than having a unicorn, so if the wish doesn't come true, you know, that's okay."
"Cool. Next wish? A pet giraffe for you. Trust me. It will make you really happy."
"Great. But maybe just wish for a laundress." (I'm just saying . . . )