I realized this morning that while the girls have several games they play, every game has the exact same construct. For example, they often tell me they are playing, “Little Red Riding Hood” or “Berry Picking” or “Go to School”; each game involves a menagerie of costumes and props, slightly different with each game, so it wasn’t until this morning that I realized they are ALL THE SAME GAME. Here is the outline:
(1) They are going somewhere, a journey, if you will.
(2) They are late, and there will be much running involved, always from their playroom into our closet.
(3) Headgear is required: a play scarf (Little Red Riding Hood), a Raccoon Skin Hat (Berry Picking), etc. Tiaras are usually employed at some point in every game, as no matter WHAT game they are playing, everyone always ends up as a princess, living in a castle.
(4) There will be an emergency that will involve more running (usually a monster or dragon attack), lots of yelling, and invariably will occur while they are wearing my high heels. I have little need these days for red suede slingbacks, but if I do need them, they are probably under the girls’ beds.
(5) The emergency will require them to drop whatever they are holding, spreading random props from one end of the house to the other.
So there you have it, the Unigame: put something on your head, grab a basket, run around in high heels while screaming. Oh my gosh…I just realized the name of the game…they are playing SORORITY. Don’t take offense if you are a sister. There is a reason I know this game, and the propensity to play it is apparently genetic.
7 responses to “The Name Of The Game”
oh my goodness! too perfect!
That’s so funny – and so true!
LOL!
You Alpha Phi’s must have some odd rituals. ;o)
Stephanie,
Oh honey, you know the A-Phis…we know how to have a good time!!
hahahahah! That is sooo true. When Sara and Kelly choose to be Delta Zetas like me, they will have it down to an art. xoxo
Auntie Amanda, Did you miss the part where I said it was “GENETIC”? Genetic. That makes them Alpha Phis. You can’t mess with DNA. Don’t worry. You’ll probably have triplet girls with perfect curly hair. Super smart, wicked bubbly. We’ll both win on this one!
It’s too bad big girls spend so much more $$$ playing sorority and have no idea they’re still playing the same game they played begining before they went to school. Oh, and sometimes don’t play as nicely as they did when they were little.