Emma POV
"Matthew, be careful; the monster will get you!" I shouted, using a deep voice, as I dragged one of my hands like a giant claw.
Matthew, with his three-year-old self of pure energy and joy, squealed and began running around the room with his superhero doll in hand. "You'll never catch me, monster! I'm Super-Mat!"
I laughed loudly, throwing myself to the ground and crawling after him. "Oh no! Super-Mat is too fast!"
"You're a slow monster!" he teased, laughing loudly.
"Oh yeah? Let's see who's slow now!" I got up and ran after him, but Matthew ran to the couch, where he threw himself onto his stomach, hugging his doll.
"Pause!" he shouted, raising his hand. "Super-Mat needs a rest."
"Ah, break, huh? I didn't know monsters gave breaks!"
He laughed again and loo
