Nikki (14) and Jay (13) are here for their Spring Break this week. Last Sunday we met their mom half-way to pick them up. Five hours down just Hubby and me, lunch with DIL and kids, five hours home with the kids.
So, on the way home, after we had exhausted all our normal ways of killing time, i.e., sleeping and some of the road games I’ve told you about before, I suggested something new!
I suggested we do a “group story” like DD and I did (see subject “Pure Fiction” at right). I gave the starting point as, “There were four people sitting in a diner in a small town, and one of them said, ‘Do you know what I heard?'” Each of us then took turns adding to the story and ending our part with an “and then . . . ” or “but what they didn’t know was . . .” that the next person had to use to continue from.
To summarize the story we “built”: It turns out what he heard was that there was something mysterious going on at the old, run-down amusement park outside of town. They went there, where they met a nice clown who lead them into the house of mirrors, where they got lost and then were attacked by the “nice” clown and his “gang” of clowns with weapons.
One of the four lost both arms, so they called him Stubby from then on. They finally made their escape in little pedal cars that the clowns ride in the circus, but when the clowns gave chase, they decided they couldn’t outrun the “killer clowns” and were going to die anyway, so they turned around and charged the clowns. They killed the killer clowns by running over them with the pedal cars. (What’s a “little” chain saw when it’s up against a “powerful” pedal car, right?) Hubby said the morale of the story was, “If you have to stop pedaling, at least kill a clown.”
Not John Grisham material, but we had a ball doing it. I have given both the kids the challenge of coming up with scenarios that will start stories we can do when we drive them back on Friday!
Have I mentioned? I LOVE grandkids!