My kids have made up their own games. In case you have younger children, here's some insider knowledge on how to play their games. These are the same children that pose angelically next to me in all the photos I post to Facebook.
The Wrong Answer - My youngest will ask the oldest a question. It doesn't matter what the question is, "How are you," "Do you want me to give you twenty dollars," or ,"Is your hair really on fire." What does the oldest come back with,
Your face
Seriously, he answers everything the youngest says with Your Face. My first thought is, what does that mean? Your face. Then as he says it over and over again, I start to get annoyed. The youngest continues to ask the same question over and over again, always getting the answer, "your face." I turn in the car and look at both of them thinking, "How did they get such good grades at school, when they probably answered every question on their test with Your Face."
Stonewall Game. They will be sitting RIGHT NEXT to each other, usually in the car and my youngest says, "Wolfgang,"
He doesn't answer him.
"Wolfgang"
Yes, they are sitting right next to each other and he acts like he doesn't hear him.
"Wolfgang."
Does the youngest stop and do something else? No he continues to sit there saying his brother's name over and over again until I swerve the car off the road, avoiding the ditch and turn around and scream, "PLEASE ANSWER HIM." Say anything, even Your Face just acknowledge the kid!
Come And Get It - this game they play involved anything they both are trying to get to. Elevator buttons, Wii controllers, certain chair at the breakfast table (yes, we do have four) When it becomes apparent that we are going to the elevator, table, car - there's a WWE smack down right in front of me as the older one throws the youngest to the floor as does a Carl Lewis type sprint to the desired object. Periodically he can be tripped by the youngest along the way, but if the youngest makes it to desired object, then the oldest will throw him out of the way with a "your face."
MINE! - The youngest will have a desired object - pencil, paper, DS, dog - and if the oldest one wants it, he immediately takes it out of his hands. The youngest will scream, the parent will scream, "give it back" and then the wrestling begins. Usually the only object that survives this game is the dog, and she's gotten smart enough to hide when she sees a child coming toward her to pick her.
The Room Key - this game is a lot like a combination of Keep Away, and I want it. The room key hits the front desk and usually the taller one has the advantage of grabbing it first. They then wrestle to the elevator with the younger one crying that it was "his turn" to use the key. I stand in the elevator acting like I don't know the children as they fight all the way up to the floor. Finally down the hallway to the door, where the oldest attempts to use the key and it doesn't work. I wait patiently as he continually says, "I got it," and the door will not open, luggage digging into my shoulder. Finally we realize the key has been de-magnetized in the fight and someone has to go back down to the desk and get a new one.
I Dare You - this is a game my husband and I play. I've gotten very good at this one. They boys will start with an argument, that then turns into the sounds of elephants playing downstairs, with a lot of grunting. My husband starts by looking at me, then going back to his computer. Looking at me again, as I am oblivious to the noise (yes, I know it's another one of their games) Finally like me playing the Stonewall game, he can't stand it anymore and says, "Shouldn't one of us go down there?"
To which I answer, "Your face."
shouldn't you go stop that
Tell your borther to get up, son screams, "GET UP
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