Your kids want to play with you. All the time. Their games are simply more fun if you’re there, on the floor, a willing participant to their madness. And who can blame them? After all, you’re pretty rad. And playing with your kids is pretty important. I remember, even as an older kid, the treat it was when we could convince our parents to take part in one of our games. It lent the whole thing legitimacy, made it special. But how many hours can you spend on the floor playing “Rapunzel” with your old scarf? There must be a happy medium.