April 25, 2007

The Quiet Game...

… my Boys’ rendition.

In the asexual Mom-mobile today I think I heard someone say, “Let’s play the quiet game.”

This would have transpired between Mr. T and Bones.

And then the following conversation ensued to the best of my recollection, keeping in mind that Ringo was riding shotgun next to me, reading.

Bones *sucking on his fingers*: slurp

Mr. T.: time out. I call no making noises. Time in.


Mr. T: time out. But you can cough, sneeze and breathe. Time in.

Bones: time out. Can you yawn? Time in.

Mr. T: time out. Yes you can yawn. Time in.

Bones: *Big YAWN* time out. I’m glad you said that because I really had to yawn. Time in.

Bones: Time out. Did you see that person over there in the car? Time in.

Mr. T.: Time out. You can make noises when you eat too… time in.

Bones: Time out. Did you see this in my backpack? Time in.

Mr. T: Time out. I call you can’t just time out to say things. Time in.

Me *looking at Ringo and speaking in a whisper*: is this incredibly odd? You just say time out when you want to speak?

Bones: time out. I want to play the ‘still’ game instead. Time in.

Ringo is looking at me and quietly laughing.

Mr. T: time out. The still game? I’m eating French fries! Time in.

Bones: You can talk… and breathe.

Ringo: Did I just hear him say you’re allowed to breathe?

Bones: And you can make any movement required to eat French Fries. Otherwise you have to stay still…

And that would be our rendition of… the Quiet Game. Its… not so quiet.

Posted by Boudicca at April 25, 2007 09:48 PM | TrackBack

Somehow, hearing that, in my mind I mistook what you said for "The Crying Game." OK, two different things. Just thinking out loud.

Posted by: Erica at April 26, 2007 06:26 AM

Time out. That's really funny. Time in.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at April 26, 2007 07:28 AM

Let them know when they play with Aunt Mo that there are NO time outs. You're either in or you lose!

Posted by: Morrigan at April 26, 2007 07:55 AM

You should have them play "The Green Room."

Trouble is, it's only good until they figure out the Secret of the Green Room. Then they have to find someone else to annoy with it...

Posted by: Elisson at April 26, 2007 10:12 AM

Kinda reminds me of people who play the "Not Blogging" game.

Posted by: zonker at April 26, 2007 02:12 PM

Why do you call him Bones? Is it something Star Trekkian?

Posted by: Peggy U at April 26, 2007 09:11 PM

Peggy- It is his family nickname, short for Boney Buns. He just became Bones. He's very thin. ;-)

Posted by: Bou at April 26, 2007 10:13 PM

Really? My kids have all had that same problem, and it is a nuisance finding pants that fit. If they fit around the waist, then they are highwater geeky pants. If they are long enough, then they are huge around the middle. When Arthur was 8, he accidentally put his jeans on backwards (why bother with the zipper and snap when you can just pull them on?) and we walked all over the mall that way, until it dawned on me why he looked so funny. He is a buttless wonder.

Posted by: Peggy U at April 27, 2007 03:05 AM

There's no timeouts in the Quiet Game! Someone teach these poor kids the rules of the game!

Posted by: Ogre at April 30, 2007 03:15 PM

We have the rock game. Everyone has to pretend they are a rock and can neither talk, read, move or make gestures. Each of who win, can give one age appropriate house chore they have to the loser. I believe that is the incentive because all four of our kids have ADD or ADHD and sitting still is torture, they still have learned to be pretty quiet and still for up to almost TEN MINUTES at a time! Unfortunately, they don't play it often.

Posted by: Lemon Stand at April 30, 2007 08:14 PM