Life with my kids

The past few weeks have been a blur. Let me explain. I love my kids, I really do. They are cute and fun. Unfortunately, they both possess imaginations which leave me in the dust. Not only do I lack an imagination, but I get tired of trying to use the little I have. Heidi is frequently bringing me a few dolls and saying, "Can you let this one talk to this one?" This is a nightmare to me. What does a ladybug say to a caterpillar? If I can't think of something creative enough Heidi is sure to tell me. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she usually just wants them to play hide-n-seek. Both of my children love playing dogs. This means we build a dog house out of chairs and blankets and we play in it. The conversation follows these lines.
Heidi: Mama puppy, is it snowing outside?
Me: yes (that would be outside our pretend dog house)
Heidi: Is it snowing outside?
Me: No, it stopped.
Heidi: Then I can come out and play. Mama puppy, can you open the door for this baby puppy?
Me: Ok (thinking I will have a few minutes of peace)
20 seconds later
Heidi: Mama puppy, is it snowing outside? Can you open the door so this baby puppy can go inside?
This repeats itself forever. Only interrupted by: Where is the school? (Dr office, store, library, etc...) I then have to find a spot in the house to be this location. She will "go shopping" for dog food and then repeat the above conversation with her teeth clamped tight because she is holding a bag of dog food in her mouth. Mason is a happy, willing follower as we go in and out of the dog house. He likes to pretend to eat the food.
Mason is like a real dog in that he is easily distracted. Right now that distraction is cars and trucks. Anytime one goes by the house he stops what he is doing and yells out "uck" (which is translated as truck). He then runs to the window and looks out. Then he gets right in my face and in a rather loud, higher frequency says "la ahh ahh uck." I have no idea what this means, but it is repeated over and over and over with an incredible intensity. By the end of the day I no longer want to hear the word 'uck' or 'ca' (car). Actually, by the end of the day I no longer want to hear any of the words he can say except "bye-bye". We checked out a truck book from the library and as far as I know have not made it past page 2 because he won't let me turn the pages and the trucks on the current page are fascinating enough. In fact, I have to stop writing because he has plunked himself down on my lap and is insisting I give him and the truck book my full attention.