Clementine can't quite remember how to play the game that her elementary school older brother taught her, in which you begin "I one the spider," to which your partner replies, "I two the spider" and so on until you "trick" the other person into confessing "I eight the spider." high comedy for fifth graders (and, it turns out, their adoring three-year old sisters).
Clementine: "mommy, count with me."
me: "ok honey."
Clementine, triumphantly: "one!"
me: "two?"
Clementine, starting to catch on that something is missing here: "three."
me: "four?"
Clementine, getting a little annoyed that things aren't going as planned: "five?"
me: "six?"
Clementine, now completely frustrated and confused: "I ate the poop!"
I thought that game was for Gavin's entertainment???
ReplyDeleteI went out for drinks to celebrate one of my colleagues having received his PhD. The subject of jokes arose and he told an abbreviated version of this one. And then I tried to recount your post, but no one in the group has children, so it did not really work. The original joke teller saved my from myself with something like "children are so funny." He one that one.
ReplyDeleteI have been that girl so many times. thank heavens for kind joke tellers stepping in to save us.
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