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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Not a fan of charades
I have never been a big fan of charades. It seems I always end up on the team with the “weaker” actors or end up with the things that are impossible to act out. And on top of that, I am too self-conscious to want to make a fool out of myself and be a good teammate.
Now, I am having to play charades nearly every day. My daughter’s vocabulary is still rather limited, but she has a finger that works great for charades. She points at everything, leaving dear old dad to try to guess the item. If big brother has my house bugged, some federal agent would be getting a jolly laugh. Lunch time goes something like this, “Wall…chair…fork…food…tray…nose…etc.” She will point and I will try to guess. Some are easy - even with my inept charade abilities, I know what a nose is. After that, things get dicey.
Sometimes I just say off the wall things to see what will happen. She points to her foot and I say elephant. She laughs - she knows what an elephant is. She points to her rubber duck and I will say book. Then she promptly goes and gets a book and lays it at my feet. I guess she wants to make sure I know what a book is.
Other parents have told me to treasure these “wordless” moments because she will be talking soon enough. And then it will be tough for dad to get a word in edgewise. But it would be nice to know what it is she is pointing at and wants. I think I will take a few minutes this afternoon and search online for a mind-reading class. Maybe then I will get things right and the laughs will be because I am funny and not because I am clueless.
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