” Resistance is futile you will be eliminated, exterminate, exterminate, ” I screamed, as I chased the grandchildren around the house pelting them with socks, ducking to avoid the barrage of socks I received in return.
I was channeling my inner Dalek, bad guys from the planet Skaro, perennial enemies of the Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, who travelled through time and space in his ship The Tardis, otherwise known as The Doctor (Doctor Who).
So hard to know what to do with the pent up energy of young grandchildren, under your care, on a dismal rainy day, so I raided the sock drawers of all the bedrooms and divided the spoils equally, for the battle to come.
On rainy days when they were 2-4 years old, I would take them outside dressed appropriately for the weather, and they would spend hours catching the water flowing from the drain pipes into their beach buckets and tipping the contents into a larger container, after we would search for the largest puddles to jump in and create tidal waves.
When they were 5-8 years old, dressed in splash pants and rain gear, they would ride their scooters, coasting through puddles, competing to cross the puddle in one swoop without resorting to leg power.
From my experience it is always best to distract young grandchildren with physical activity, to work off their energy, rather than have them arguing and bickering between themselves; anyone up for a sock battle.