I am (now) the mother of an 8 year old boy.
It seems like yesterday our first baby was cuddled up in my arms, full of wonder and possibility. Now he is a sarcastic, funny, loving little human being. Emphasis on sarcastic.
One of his favorite birthday gifts this year was the Apples to Apples Dice Game. It’s perfect for a second grader. You have to know the difference between a noun and an adjective. Psssst…There are cheat sheets.
The game in a nutshell: One person is the judge, you must have at least two other players. Judge rolls a die and gets a letter. Judge picks an adjective that begins with that letter. There is a cheat sheet if your kiddo needs inspiration. Then Judge rolls two other letter dice. As soon as the players think of a word, that is best described by the adjective picked by Judge, they grab a die. After everyone has shared their words, Judge picks who wins.
How my son and Superhub play the game: If Judge has a penis and you have a penis, you win.
The three of us played on Saturday for a few rounds before I threw in the towel.
Cooper was Judge (again) and rolled the die.
Cooper: “U! Um, unpredictable.” *Rolls letter dice, T & L
Me: “HA! T! Thunderstorms. Thunderstorms are unpredictable.”
SuperHub: “L. Ladies. Ladies are unpredictable.”
Cooper: “While both are unpredictable, I am going to go with ladies. Ladies are very unpredictable because you never know what they are thinking! Dad gets a coin!”
This being the fourth round that I had lost, WITH PERFECTLY WONDERFUL WORDS, I declined another round.
As I stomped off walked away, I sang my favorite protest song ever.
“Hey hey, ho ho, this Penis Party’s got to go!” Watch it here: PCU Picket