How does one do floortime with a teenager? Try a fractured fairytale. That’s a spoof of a classic fairytale that you can create together.
I was trying to get Peter to get up this morning.
We had read the story about Jack in the Beanstalk five days ago.
(Peter didn’t like the story. When I asked him how he liked it, he typed he didn’t like it because “everything Jack did was hard.” When I asked what he meant by “hard”, he typed, “heartless.”)
Anyway, we started out with a game I had been doing with a peer at Teen Buddies, feeding a puppet wolf some toy sausage and eggs. Peter obligingly fed the wolf, and I talked about how Peter’s sausage was hot and ready to eat, but that didn’t work. Peter stayed planted in his cozy bed.
So then I brought Charmander over. “Fee, fie, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Or could it be a Chinese boy?”
Peter ducked under his covers.
Charmander sat by Peter’s side. Mrs. Wolf rushed in, carrying a pan of toy sausage and eggs.
“No, no, no Charmander! You are not smelling a Chinese boy, you are smelling this delicious sausage and eggs I just made for you!”
Peter’s hand obligingly popped out of the covers and fed Charmander the sausage and eggs.
Charmander leaned back and said, “My, my, my! That makes me sleepy! But before I take a nap, bring me my goose that lays the golden eggs!”
As we do not own a stuffed animal goose, Mrs. Wolf came back with Toucan who sat on a pillow.
“Uh, uh!” grunted Toucan. I’m trying to lay something, but I need some food!”
Peter’s hand popped out again and fed the Toucan the same breakfast.
Toucan sighed in contentment, jumped up, and pop! out upon the pillow appeared Peter’s noise cancellation headphones!
Charmander said, “Ah, how nice! But I feel so very sleepy… zzzzz!” and started snoring.
Peter grabbed the headphones
“Quick, now’s your chance to make a run for it, before Charmander wakes up!” cried Mrs. Wolf.
“One minute!” said Peter, and turned over in bed.
But he did get up after that minute, and all on his own.
Later that morning, we had the following conversation:
Mom: Did you recognize the story we adapted this morning?
Peter: Yes, it was Jack and the beanstog.
Mom: Who was the goose that lays the golden eggs?
Mom: Who was Jack?
Peter: (verbally “me” as he typed:) Peter
Mom: What was the golden egg?
Peter: my headphones
Mom (trying to trick him): Wasn’t the wolf a good giant?
Peter: no. the wolf was not the giant. it was Charmander.
Mom: Guess I can’t fool you! Did you like our little drama?