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We have several car games we play. Obviously there's "I Spy," but I prefer not to play this with Big Ez, as he is inclined to spy things that are five miles back and invisible to the human eye, thus irritating Monster. We like "What Am I?" That's one where we say things like, "I'm big, and I'm gray, and I live in the water." The others guess and we give more clues until someone says the correct answer. Our other favorite car game is the one where we listen to classical music and decide what we think it sounds like, and what all the instruments represent.
Sometimes we play "Act It Out." You can't really play it in the car because, obviously, you're supposed to act out whatever you are, a la charades, but you can make noise. We were playing this earlier today and Big Ez had us in tears we were laughing so hard. He had already been a lion, a vomiting person, Dave from Imagination Movers, and a snake when he said, "Hey, what am I?" He put his hands straight against his sides and began a perfect imitation of Michael Flatley, I swear. P was baffled, so I said, "Irish dancer!" P had no idea Big Ez even knew what an Irish step dancer was, so he was cracking up. Then Ez put on a green hat and just stood there, big grin on his face and arms akimbo. He was a bit annoyed with us that we didn't get that he was a leprechaun. He was so funny with all of his performances that even Monster forgot to get mad that we were laughing too hard at him. Damn, this kid is funny.
Today is the last day of Pete's vacation, which has actually resembled a vacation this time. Usually someone from work is stalking him constantly. He's still had to take emails and conference calls and put out some fires, but it's not as bad as it has been. I'm not sure if he'll be relieved to leave this madhouse for the better part of each day or not; I'm fairly certain he'll be better rested without having to cart these children to the park three times a day.
Sometimes we play "Act It Out." You can't really play it in the car because, obviously, you're supposed to act out whatever you are, a la charades, but you can make noise. We were playing this earlier today and Big Ez had us in tears we were laughing so hard. He had already been a lion, a vomiting person, Dave from Imagination Movers, and a snake when he said, "Hey, what am I?" He put his hands straight against his sides and began a perfect imitation of Michael Flatley, I swear. P was baffled, so I said, "Irish dancer!" P had no idea Big Ez even knew what an Irish step dancer was, so he was cracking up. Then Ez put on a green hat and just stood there, big grin on his face and arms akimbo. He was a bit annoyed with us that we didn't get that he was a leprechaun. He was so funny with all of his performances that even Monster forgot to get mad that we were laughing too hard at him. Damn, this kid is funny.
Today is the last day of Pete's vacation, which has actually resembled a vacation this time. Usually someone from work is stalking him constantly. He's still had to take emails and conference calls and put out some fires, but it's not as bad as it has been. I'm not sure if he'll be relieved to leave this madhouse for the better part of each day or not; I'm fairly certain he'll be better rested without having to cart these children to the park three times a day.
