Me: Hey O, it's your turn.
Me: Jayla, it's your turn.
Me: Ty, um...it's your turn.
Me: Tyden quit kicking the board.
Me: Whose turn is it?
Me: Hello? Anyone? Anyone at all? You hoo?
Me: Jayla, people don't like it when you move for them.
Me: Tyden, if you cry about getting put back in start again, you're not going to be able to play anymore.
Me: Deep sigh. Count to 10.
Me: Onyx, IT'S YOUR TURN.
Me: I'm not going to tell anyone it's their turn anymore.
ME: Pay attention young people!
Me: Another sigh. Count to 20.
Me: Give self pep talk about how incredibly fun games are and the importance of quality bonding time with children over bright colorful boards with numerous small boxes around the edges.
Me: Why do I only have 3 pieces on the board? Where is the other red piece?
Everyone, collectively: I don't know.
Me: Someone knows. Where is it?
Tyden: Um, I think it may be in my shorts. (Pulls out piece. Yes, right smack out of his little britches.)
J and her dad playing after short-adorning-game-piece-smuggling-boys were fast asleep.
3 comments:
um...yeah.
my 'pep talks' in my head during game time sound something like this:
"how stupid can you be to expect four children under 5 to play a game with you Holly?"
need to work on that one :-)
Yes, the same thing was going on today during "Go Fish" Eli, your turn, Alex, yours, Do you guys really want to play?? PAY ATTENTION!!! Deep breath, deep breath...
That is so funny. It's EXACTLY the same at my house; except for at least everyone is old enough to resist the urge to put a game piece in their shorts. ;)
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