Hide and go seek

"Could you put my shoes on for me please?", says the 3 year old girl to my son, Jake, in the middle of a child development class in year 12.
After putting on the first one, Jake looks around and says "Where is your other shoe?"
"I don't know."
Of course not. Why would she know. That would be too easy.

"Where were you playing when you lost the other one?"
She leads him over to the playground, and they search for 5 minutes.
"Does anyone else know where a spare shoe is?" Jake asks of all the other children.
One boy pipes up: "I know! I know!"
"Where is it?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I hid it!" he says, with a devious grin on his face, happy at being so clever.
Jake, in another display of his seemingly infinite patience, asks him calmly, "Why did you hide it?"
The boy, even happier, says something that an adult could never invent in a million years.
"I wanted to play Hide and Go Shoe!"

All the other children, upon hearing this, take off one of their shoes and shout, "Can we play too?!"
"How about we play that, not now!" says Jake, and diverts them to some other game, cleverly avoiding all the confused parents wondering why their children are coming home limping.
They eventually find the other piece of footwear hiding in a closet, and cover her bare metatarsals before she starts to develop scoliosis.

Justifications

I have a confession to make. I am a bad father. Every Saturday Charlotte has a soccer game, usually at 10am nearby, but today it's at 8:30 and is a few miles away. Charlotte was in pain last night, and I had to give her ibuprofen, as she been to the doctor that afternoon, and had shots in her arm including a tetanus shot. And she also recently had a fight with some poison ivy, and I put cream on a dozen spots on her arms and legs. So she is not exactly in a good shape atm.

Maybe we'll just her her sleep in today, and pretend our alarm didn't work properly.

So the question is, are we being nice to her, or just selfish, so we can sleep in ourselves in a nice warm bed?

...

Heavy breathing at our bedroom door. After a couple of minutes I wake up, and see Charlotte standing there. She of course had an alarm clock under her pillow, and I had "forgotten" to turn it off the night before. It's Sigrid's birthday, so we let her sleep, and creep downstairs to get ready.

So here we are, huddled and freezing on this miserable day, not enough rain to actually close the fields, sitting in our fold-out chairs, trying to wrap not-big-enough blankets around us, cheering on our "Pirates", who are running for the ball, or standing shivering in defence. What fun.

We just scored a goal. Yay!



Final score: Pirates 4, the other team 3. But its just a game, nobody cares about the scores. Ok, maybe just a little bit. :)

Bangers and Mash

Rack'n'Roll, a cheesy dive not far from work with an only half-decent bar (no red bull, but at least they have smirnoff ice) and way too many pool tables. Its only redeeming grace being 2 foosball tables. Bright, Manju, Albert and I turn up tonight to find Leo and Lester already there, so we all order a drink and some medium spicy wings, and start playing. After a couple of games Sruthi turns up as well and joins in the fun.

Bright spins the foosball men with raw power, Albert goes for the cunning corner shots, Sruthi sneaks it past the defence, Manju encourages the ball with "yes, yes, yes!" It's been a while for us all, so we take a little while to warm up and get good again.

"Bang that ball!"
"You really get hot and sweaty when you bang it hard!"
"Go on, ram it in fast!"
"Bang it straight into the hole!"
"Everyone is banging now! Woot!"

Man, did we have a good time or what! High fives all around!! :)))



And the dessert afterwards (tiramisu, pistachio gelato, and chocolate mousse) was just icing on the cake :p

Laughing Gas

"Breedbate": to pass gas while laughing. This was just one of several weird answers we made up for even weirder words in a game of Balderdash.

"Bantling": the offspring of a hedgehog, or a lame duck? No, its actually a spoiled brat.

"Mortress": dead hair, or a wall built to keep firebrands out in 1524? Sorry, its a hearty meat and vegetable stew.

"Leveret": an incorrect yet humorous answer, or a small lever? Nope, a small rabbit.

We won't mention who was doing most of the laughing, but it was the same as the one that made us run for the air freshener     :-/

Dark Side Cookies

Playing a game of Horse Lovers Monopoly, that Charlotte got for Christmas (and was over-the-moon about).

Jake lands on Sigi's stable, and has to pay up big. He thinks quick, and offers instead an alliance.

"Join the dark side. We have cookies. Low-fat cookies."

How could she refuse an offer like that?

Bloody flying lip leaves

Thanksgiving leaves flying through the air
Landing and sticking in Charlotte's hair
Stuffed with turkey stuffing, heading for my hip
Roughplay with Jake, oops, a bloody lip