“I spy with my little eye. Something beginning with…………………………BLUE!”
Lovely Liam doesn’t quite get the Eye
Spy concept. But he’s only four years
old thus not able to spell. Also not
being colour blind would help a lot.
Poor Shy Boy failed too. “I spy with my little eye. Something beginning with………………………T!”
We were driving along a narrow
country road, perfectly and beautifully canopied by a green ceiling, courtesy
of Mother Nature at her glorious June best.
It was just too obvious.
“Trees!” Oldest Boy shouted out.
I watched Shy Boy in the mirror as he
desperately tried to come up with something else that began with the letter
T. God love him. He failed miserably.
And so began a little game.
I took it upon myself to invent a
memory game for the end of the week so I could wheel it out in the car on a
I would ask them all a question about
something that happened during the last five days and see if they could
remember. For example, I lost my car
keys and after 24 hours I finally found them.
Where were they? And remember
when we were going to the Big Blue Barn but it was too busy so we decided to go
somewhere else instead? Where did we go?
I neglected to come up with a buzzer
system. So naturally enough He Who Knows
Everything and drives his younger brother
insane with frustration, kept piping
up and answering all of the questions.
“Is your name Iarla? Is it? Let him answer the next one.”
One of the most annoying yet
endearing things about being seven and a bit more than a half is you are all
knowing and confident with it.
And one of the most frustrating things
about being five and a good bit more than a half is you get shouted down all of
I promise, Shy Boy. Tomorrow morning when we play our game in the
car, I will have at least two questions that only you will have the answer to.
One of the best things about being
quiz master, is you get to bend the rules a little.