To keep them amused on long car trips Tracey came up with a heap of activities for the kids, including what I suspect might worryingly become their number one go-to time killer on our big lap.
“I’ll say an animal,” Tracey explained to the kids, “and you have to come up with a new animal using the last letter as the first. So I say Koala and your Dad says…”
“Anteater,” I chipped in.
They quickly got the idea. Rabbit. Tarantula. Ape. Elephant. Tiger. Reindeer. But, of course, by quickly I don’t mean anything close to a rapid fire calling out of animals. Sometimes it was painful listening to the cogs turn.
“I can’t think of anything else,” said Master12. “It’s so hard.”
“Come on,” I prompted. “The name of an animal starting with R.”
“Sure,” I said. “And your sister’s next go is going to be a frog named Herbert.”
“Raccoon then,” he said, although I suspected Miss13 had whispered to him.
The game was going well and there were giggles and we were distracted from the tedium of sitting on a highway with nothing much to look at out the window.
Which was when it went to another unexpected, uncalled-for level.
“And animal starting with A,” we called out to Miss5.
“Ant,” she said.
“We’ve already had that one,” Tracey told her.
She tried a couple of others which had similarly been trotted out – ape & angelfish – but we had to shake our heads at those too.
“I don’t know,” we could hear her mumble.
And then it happened.
Now, I want to express categorically our youngest child did not get this from me. I don’t use this word. Not because I’m too honey-lipped to say this sort of thing, rather more because the opportunity just doesn’t present itself very often in conversations.
“What did she just say?” Tracey whispered to me a few moments later.
Then the car erupted.
“She said anus!” yelled Master12 happily.
Not saying she deliberately said it. Chances are she started out saying ants and was trying to come up with another sound to pop on the end in the hope it got approved.
It so did.
“Let’s do body parts!” suggested Miss13 with what sounded like malicious glee.
“I don’t think tha-” started Tracey.
“Snot!” yelled Miss7, hitting on her favourite pet hate.
“Tits!” screamed Miss10 because…well….Miss10.
Suddenly there seemed to be no difficulty coming up with new suggestions, including one from Tracey we change the game to things about a house.
“Skin!” yelled Master12.
“Boring,” mocked Miss13. “Noodle!”
“Eyebrows,” I said quickly, hoping to score some brownie points with my wife – especially as I’m pretty sure she wasn’t going to believe me about not having taught Miss5 the word anus.
And all too soon it was their mother’s turn.
The car seemed to hold it’s collective breath.
“Shin,” said Tracey, sensibly.
The game was still afoot, pun intended.
“Your go,” Miss13 told Miss5. “Something on your body starting with N.”
“What starts with an N?” she asked.
I was about to suggest nose but I never got the chance.
“Nipples!” Tracey shouted.
And by the time the car finished guffawing and laughing we’d arrived at our destination in possibly the best spirits ever.
Meanwhile, like James Comey, I have to keep a written record of how this game came about because inevitably Tracey’s going to try blame me for starting this.
Raising a family on little more than laughs
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