What Just Happened?
“Hey, Daddy!” called my son, strutting into the kitchen while I was stirring a pot of pasta on the stove for dinner. “Do you want to play a game wiff me?”
“Sure, Buddy,” I replied, putting down the spoon. “What game should we play?”
Lately everything I play with him is a “game.” My personal favorite is “Which One Is Loud?”—a game in which Daddy is presented with a host of toy animals and must choose which of the animals is the loudest. Once a champion is named, next comes the second loudest, the third loudest, and so on, until all animals have been properly ranked in decreasing decibel order. In the early rounds, I always find it particularly challenging to decide between a lion’s roar or tiger’s roar, and then later, between a sea turtle and a goldfish. (I guess the turtle splashes louder?) As the Final Judge of Loudness, my son often illogically overrules my decisions—sometimes claiming a shark is louder than an elephant—but as he is the creator of “Which One Is Loud?” I must respect his authority.
Yeah, I choose my battles.
. . .
My son wasted no time and gave me my first game instruction.
“Roar like a lion!”
I happily and enthusiastically obliged. “Raaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwhhh!” Was this game a derivative of “Which One Is Loud?”
“Okay, Buddy,” I said. “Now what?”
“Zoom like a car!”
“Vvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooommmmm!” I was actually pretty proud of this one. I even did a little vibrato at the end to create an idling engine effect. Surely I was winning the game. “Okay, what’s next?”
“Smell like a flower!”
I was ready. I was willing. And just when I was about to make a sound, I realized it wasn’t a f*cking sound he was asking for. I had nothing. After a moment of contemplation, I finally replied, “Buddy, I— I— I don’t know what you want me here.”
To which he responded:
“HAHAHA! You can’t do it! You can’t do it!”
He ran off down the hall laughing hysterically. I stood alone in the kitchen, thinking What just happened? Was he just messing with me?
Yes, he was.
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HAHAHA! You can’t do it, can you?
He so got you.
Yep, he got me good.
HA! This is awesome
Haha!! LOL. That was awesome.
Thanks so much!
That’s adorable! And I’m sure you were all proud of him, right?
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I sure was. Pretty clever for a three-year-old. I like to think he gets it from me. :)
Hahaha! You made my day !
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Surely there is some air freshener or perfume at your home that can help you achieve this. You can still have triumph.
Oh this was great haha. Thank you for sharing!
Sooo good, lol! Very ingenious!
After a long day at home with my identical girls (almost 2), this was just the laugh I needed!