My husband is on the fun committee at his work. Yes that’s right. The fun committee. He’s that kind of guy, the organizer of all things fun.
Which is why I found him one evening tearing apart our house on an epic quest for a timer. Pictionary perfection simply could not be, without a timer. There would be anarchy if you used the timer on your phone.
“How do we not have any board games?!”
rifle, stomp, rifle
“How many puzzles can one kid do anyhow?”
stomp rifle, stomp
“Really. We don’t have any board games??”
grumble, rifle, grumble
“We are robbing our child of a real childhood. What the hell?!”
rifle, grumble, rifle
I call out from the kitchen, “Honey- check the princess cupcake game on the stairs. I’m pretty sure there’s a timer in there.”
mutter, rifle, mutter
“Why is everything we own puzzly pink and princessy?”
“Because we have a five-year old puzzly pink princess,” I reply, holding back my laughter at his resigned scowl. For he’d be using a pink timer for Pictionary.
And that’s how the other day he came home proudly clutching a bag containing a well thought out surprise, all the while sporting a big ol’ grin.
Tonight we are going to play Kerplunk.
The first of our “real” game family tour, organized by the head of our very own fun committee.