Last night, when the power went out at the Superbowl, my kids got a little ansty waiting for the game to resume. Bubba put a sleeping bag over his head and bounced around the room.
"Bubba," I said. "Take that thing off of your head, or you're going to bump into something and hurt yourself."
"I'll take it off, only if you play a game of sticks with me."
I had no idea what that was, but I agreed to do it.
"Stick out your fingers like this," he said. He pointed two index fingers at me.
I did as he demonstrated.
"Now tap my two fingers."
Huh? I was confused, but I tapped his fingers.
"Now put up three fingers."
"Why do I have to put up three fingers?" I asked.
"Because you're supposed to."
"You're out!" he announced.
"Wait a minute," I said. "I have no idea what just happened, but this game makes no sense!"
My daughter jumped into the scene. "Watch, Mom."
She and my son played a game of sticks. I watched as they stuck their fingers out and tapped each others hands. "Do you get it?" she asked when they were done.
"Um, no." I said.
"Mom, you're so slow!"
Great. Not only am I old (see previous post), but now I'm stupid. Oy!