Without even taking his eyes off the board, Brigham, our 4 year old, calmly said, “It starts with an ‘F’”.
And what confidence! Clearly he knows what he’s talking about.
Still, we stared in wonder and amazement. What?!
A brief moment of silence filled the room as 16 eyeballs stared blankly at the whiteboard in front of them. “Starts with an ‘F’… humm what is that?” The board had two sort-of round, swirly, heavily repeated circles where eyes of a face might be, one even bigger one where an open mouth could have been, and that little one could be a nose.
“Nope” And that is when the second set of swirly, whirly, wild circles started on the other side of the whiteboard.
Now the guesses started shooting forth from the children like bullets from a machine gun… “Fan!” “Frog!” “Feet!” “Fence!” “Furniture” “Family!” “Friends!”
But Brigham was totally unfazed… He calmly just kept saying, “Nope”.
After about the sixth circle, he turned around, face beaming with shear joy, body infused with the satisfaction of holding the whole family spellbound. “AAAANNNDD it ends with a ‘Q’!”
That brought a thundering silence to the room that had been erupting with shouts of joy and peals of laughter.
“What?? Ends with a ‘Q’. Nothing ends with that letter!”
After the shock of the second clue wore off, the guesses continued with (if this is possible) even more enthusiasm and spasms of laughter. It was a wild ruckus of the best sort – imagine 6 siblings racing around the whiteboard, jumping up and down, shouting at the top of their lungs.
One can be seen crossing their legs, trying not to wet their pants from laughing so hard.
Another can be seen jumping up and down, waving his arms madly.
Another is flopping on the ground, crying out, “An ‘F’ and a ‘Q’… an ‘F’ and a ‘Q’!”
And a fourth – Hyrum, our 6 yr old and newest reader – hysterically questioning, “Faaaquwa? Faaquwa? What’s a faaquwa?”
All the while the merry game of pictionary went on, with Brigham happily drawing circles and saying, “Nope” to every guess thrown his way.
Then in a sudden burst of energy and hilarity, Brigham turned to face the family. Drawing in enough air to practically create a wind tunnel in the living room, he swelled up like a monstrous bloated toad and screamed out, “No!!!!! It’s a hammer!!”
All sense of composure was lost by adult and young ones alike. A full ten minutes later, we could all still be seen laughing and holding our sides and saying, “The hammer that starts with an ‘F’ and ends with a ‘Q’!”
This night of pictionary on the whiteboard and the game of charades that preceded it, was not planned in advance, didn’t cost a single penny to do, required little (if any) mental muscle, involved and included even the youngest of the family members, consumed less than an hour, and resulted in more family fun than parents or children should legally be allowed to have.
Family fun time: It’s at the heart of “The Home Feeling”… give it a try.