1. The Pillow Game
I swear that my sole contribution to this was game was that I walked into the toy room one morning and, on seeing Bundle curled up on the miniature couch at floor level, said "Oh, you look like a pillow" and proceeded to rest my head on his back.
Okay, I may have tickled him also.
In any case, Bundle and Cherub decided they both wanted to be pillows, and decided that the best way to deal with having my head rest on them was to jump up and run to the other end of the house, do a few laps of the lounge room/hallway/kitchen circuit, and then run back to the mini-couch so we could do it all again.
Yes, that's right. There is a game where my children run around the house while I am required to do nothing but lie on the floor and possibly drink some coffee.
And my children invented it.
I am grateful.
2. Boo Holidays
3. That's not a beach, that's my head
I may have had something to do with naming this one. In any case, it's fairly simple. While the boys are in the bath, they like to take it in turns to place wet bath toys, (and, in particular, a plastic lobster) on my head. I say "That's not a beach. THAT'S. MY. HEAD" and they giggle wildly before doing it again.
This one is very popular.
4. The "Bundle" Game
I don't actually know what this involves, othe than the two boys running around a lot, but props to my older child for naming it after himself.
5. Pillow on you
I suspect this one is a very slight variation on the only game that I have ever banned from my house. I simply did not want my children to become too attached to any game called "Poo on you".
You will see how slight the variation iswhen I tell you that the revised game works as follows:
[Cherub places one hand, palm flat and downwards, on Bundle's head]
Cherub: Pillow on you
Bundle [wiping his head furiously] Aaaaargh. Clean clean clean clean clean. Ha
Bundle places hand on Cherub's head, game continues along a very similar lines, with much giggling.
As of today, there is a further variation of this game, apparently called "Robot on you".
No-one has yet explained why the appearance of a pillow, or a robot, on one's head requires such enthusiastic cleaning, but let me assure you that I have no intention of asking.
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I've spent the last 10 minutes laughing out loud at your cute kiddie stories. They really brightened my day. And you're such an adoring father, they must love you to bits. :)
these things sound not dissimilar to "runny fizzy", a game Grizzlewick invented by himself.
The aim of that game is essentially to run around our backyard from one end to the other and say "running fizzy".
Then, one chooses a new beverage (chocolate milk, for example, and says "running chocolate milk" and does the same lap.
It's quite the fashion in my town, dontchaknow*.
* much to the puzzlement of Grizzlewick's friends' parents
these games are great especially the pillow game and that's not a beach, that's my head (my favourite).
kids love this silliness. i remember my brother doing all sorts of fun stuff with princess when she was little - wrapping her in a doona sandwich, wrapping her in a doona and carrying her around, piling stuff on top of her (cushions etc) as he was "tidying up the room" then saying "where's princess? has she run away again?". the games have become more sophisticated as she's gotten older, when she was about 5 or 6 he would pretend to be a "famous artist" who actually drew really bad pictures, and having an art competition with princess. the longest "game" has been one where the kids are the cheeky gang, and my brother is the only one in the family who's not been invited to sign up (even grandparents and siblings and partners have signed allegiance to the cheeky gang). there have been 3 major events in the cheeky gang history, each requiring more planning than the one before. a few years ago when we were in bentleigh my brother visited pretending to be an envoy, a messenger to offer peace, from himself to our place who was actually a secret ninja assassin with all sorts of plastic $2 shop weaponry. this last one led to us in canberra at easter hosting an afternoon party where there was "poison" (green food dye in my bro's lemonade and on his cheezels) a talent contest (the kids sang and danced, my bro had a character called Zepboy who played electric guitar along to a dvd of led zeppelin) and finally, a mock trial where he was charged with gross impoliteness (sending ninja assasin) and mental instability. the judge was one judge mokbel (me) with $2 shop bad wig and wooden spoon gavel.
the fun doesn't have to stop when they go to school. it can keep on going though i think we have done our dash. she's off to year 7 next year and it just won't be cool to be doing this stuff. luckily we have it on video, including the bit where my 4 year old nephew had gotten the ninja sword from my brother who was sitting on the floor being swarmed over by all the kids, and my nephew was walking around him sawing at his neck. it really doesn't look good.
sorry for the long comment, but this topic just made me very excited.
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