Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Long Non-Winding Road - Part II


In an effort to stave off the mind numbing boredom that threatened to bore through our brain boxes, Mr. Right and I decided to play our own version of Password. I took to it with zeal, whispering into my hand each time it was my turn, "The password is..." and then whipping off brilliant clues to Mr. Right. We occupied about two hours of the sixteen hour drive with this and both decided that not only are we superior clue givers, but astonishingly proficient guessers as well. We're humble like that.

At one point during our game, Snotty decided to make up a little game as well and set about attempting to teach The Duchess how to play 20 Questions. Snotty explained to The Duchess that she should think of a word and then whisper it to Mom. Then Snotty would try to guess what the word was by asking questions. "No problem!" squealed The Duchess and then excitedly thought of her first word and whispered it to me. The word was "truck." It was nothing short of hilarious to listen to The Duchess respond to the questions Snotty was asking in order to guess the secret word.

This went on for several minutes and then...it happened. The Duchess leaned forward and whispered, "Mom...the word is penis!" I looked at Mr. Right and started laughing. Of course, that set The Duchess off and she looked over at Snotty who had her ears covered so that she wouldn't hear the secret word and squealed delightedly, "It's PENIS!" This revelation prompted Snotty to start laughing and now that the four of us were laughing loudly enough to drown out Grumpy's Ipod, he pulled out his earphones and inquired what the deal was. The Duchess, in her best sing-song 4 year old voice, sang out loud and proud, "Penis, penis, penis!!"

To passers-by, we must have looked a sight. Four road weary people surrounded by luggage, rolling down the road laughing hysterically with tears streaming down our faces, and one incredibly delighted four year old waving her green apple Blo-Pop in the air while screaming the word penis.

I'm pretty sure I've lost yet another Mother of the Year nomination, but what the hell. Who needs a trophy when you can have a memory like that?

12 comments:

markdw said...

...Goodness.

The Bug said...

That's great. I'm still such a kid myself that I would be laughing hysterically along with all of you...

Jennie................ said...

Eric and I used to say the word Ca-Ca and laugh hysterically. Mostly because my mom hated that word! Good for Duchess.

Laggin said...

Um...this entry made me love you just a little bit.

I once called Eldest "My Sweet Pea-ness" but all she heard was "My Sweet Penis"...she will never let me forget that slip.

Tessa said...

I can just imagine the gale of giggles! The B words are currently what makes my grandson double over with mirth - bottom, bum and boobies.

Amy said...

Mark: Yep. That's how we roll.

Bug: Here's to never losing the kid in us. Cheers!

Jennie: I'm quite sure the Duchess inherited this whole streak from her dear old dad. *sigh*

Laggin: Hello! I'm so glad you stopped by the blog. I've been reading yours and am really enjoying it. (I love you a little bit, too.)

"Pea-ness." Now, that's classic!

Tessa: Boobies. Well, that IS a funny one, you have to admit! It's so sweet and funny to find what strikes the little ones as funny. The Duchess can't even hear the word "puberty" without giggling and saying, "Mom! Puberty!" and then walking around repeating it.

lakeviewer said...

Exactly! Priceless.

Bee and Rose said...

That is HILARIOUS!!!!!

Reya Mellicker said...

sometimes boredom brings out the best in people. Certainly it did for your family!

Amy said...

Rosaria, Dawn & Reya: To me, it was priceless, hilarious and a great reliever of boredom!

Maithri said...

Ahahah!!!

Theres a word that just never stops being funny...

Heres to all the five year olds (at heart)...

Love to you my friend

Keep Laughing, Keep loving,

Maithri

Amy said...

Maithri: Thank you! Yes, it is a funny word, especially when you're four! (And, maybe when you're 40, too. Um...I'm just guessing...)