Join Me in Snarkville

I swear to you, I went to bed on Monday and woke up; it was Thursday.  Seriously, I remember too many times when I’d be begging for Thursday to come by 10am on Monday and it just wouldn’t. Time would stand still and not move, but this week is flying by.

However, that it not the point.  The point is that I have a headache.  Yes, perhaps not having had caffeine in nearly 48 hours might have added to my eyeballs wishing to be released from the depths of my skull; but surely this isn’t withdrawl, right?

Again, not the point?

Duke has invented a new game: Tricycle Bowling.

Goal: Just like real bowling, knock down the pins.

Needs: 1 tricycle; 2 OLD bowling pins; a flatish surface; and a Mommy

How to Play:  Ride tricycle around for a bit to warm up.  Get off tricycle and run around with a bowling pin (for what it’s worth, bowling pins are 4ish pounds).  Declare your intention to “Knock down pins.”  Place ONE pin in the middle of room.  Get back on tricycle and ride into pin.  Cheer loudly and squeal “I knocked down pins.” at the top of lungs.

Alternate Methods of play:  With extreme cuteness, somehow rope Mommy into setting up the pins for you in different patterns (per your request, getting mad if she doesn’t understand that “right there” is code for “kindly put the pins in a line about 12″ apart”).  Knock down pins as before, but add to the cheering, “Mama, pick pins up again.”  As you are parked on top of the pins kicking with glee.

Score:

Duke 402

Mommy: 1 headache, 1 backache, and a strong conviction never to learn to juggle bowling pins, lest I have to do that for 2 hours straight.

Note to self:  When seeing Duke having a grand time making up his own game, NEVER decide to step in and show him how it could be better lest I have to continue “making it better” for the rest of my life.