Skip to main content

it's black!

By
Monkey and Number Four have been playing this really fun game with me lately.  It involves me being psychic. Which, you know, I'm totally not.

We have this ipad coloring app where they pick a picture and color the entire thing black.  And they yell, "NO LOOKING!" and hide when they do it.  Then they come back and they say, "Guess what it is?!"

And then I guess about 5 different things that are always wrong.

They just giggle, because, ha ha it's so funny that mommy can't read our minds.

And then I say, "Give me a hint."

And they say, "It's black!"

Uh, yeah?

So then I guess about 5 more wrong things that it could be.

And they giggle more - what a fun game!

Then I say, "Ok, so what is it?"

And they say, "You have to GUESS!"

giggle.

But I tell them I can't guess, so they have to color it in front of me so I can see what it is.  And then I have to act really excited and say stuff like, "Wow, I never would have guess it was yogurt - you guys tricked me!"

Then I tell them I have to get back to work, but they're already off yelling, "NO LOOKING!" ready to play another 15 rounds.

Comments

elesa said…
These are the sorts of games my dad likes to play. "Guess which was the most popular boy's name in 2010?"

"Guess what is the best selling Disney Cartoon of all time?"

Ok, those sound more like just random trivia. Whatever. I'm glad you love the game so much!
25.5.12
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I am an artist.

By
I really am. But not one of those deeply moving, "what do you mean you don't understand my painting, it's BLUE" kind of artists.  I'm more like one of those "oh hey, a pen and a napkin, doodle doodle doodle" kind of artists.  Because I do it for fun.  And yeah, for money.  But still.  Fun....most of the time. But I feel like branching into new mediums.  Do you know how long it's been since I painted?  Like with something other than finger paints or the kids' water colors where all the colors are mixed so they just come out brown anyway? It's been awhile.  I've been itching to paint for months. I've also wanted to let Monkey loose on a canvas for awhile.  He's not like my other kids (who all carry mine and Husband's arty genes) who like to draw endless pictures of unicorns, princesses, transformers or dinosaurs.  Monkey likes to feel his art.  He'll probably end up being one of those deeply moving types.  And I'...
14 comments
Older Posts >>

I won't be offended if you answer NO to the question at the end of this post

By
So this post will probably lose me a lot of respect and friends and possibly even a few phone calls to the Health and Welfare department. But I just feel like posting it, it's kind of like saying it outloud, but without having to watch someone's face react to the horror. And today, I really feel the need to say it outloud. So if you read this and don't feel like being friends anymore, I get it. With everyone's kids going back to school (and our school district being the last to start in the entire world, so I'm still sitting here dealing with summer child overload) I keep reading the posts about how mothers are sad to see their kids go, and how much they're going to miss them, and how much they absolutely love motherhood. Want me to tell you what I think about motherhood? I hate it. There are times when I hate it more than any other thing on the planet. And there goes most of my friends. But I'm sorry. I do. I hate being a mother. I don't hate my c...
22 comments
Older Posts >>

I'm not fat, my scale just hates me.

By
That's what it is. It's probably an evil scale anyway.  Always lying to me.  Telling me I'm fat. The worst part about it is that the scale has also convinced all the mirrors in my house to play along.  And I know it got my pant size on board ages ago.  It's also managed to get the camera to cooperate, even though I treat that camera like one of my dear precious children.  And this evil, hateful scale has attached a big mound of blubber right on my midsection. Well guess what scale - I hate you too. ***************************************************** I think showers are a waste of time. You get in just to get all wet, emerge dripping, get a nice clean towel wet, redress yourself, figure out something to do with your crazy 'just got wet and now it's going to dry ultra fuzzy, don't even think about using a blowdryer' hair, and put on all the makeup that you just washed off even though your mascara could probably have passed for a whole extra d...
17 comments
Older Posts >>