I have spent the last two days with my family.
I won’t lie: it was fun.
I pulled out the Pictionary game, and spent several hours (that game never ends!) playing on a team with my daughter, my 8 year old son, my 14 year old son, and my mom.
We played against my 16 year old son, my husband Wayne, and my brother.
My team lost both times we played.
Because my team mates were fixated on the penis.
No. Nobody had one hanging out.
However, when attempting to guess every picture, this is what was being shouted out:
“It’s a stick man!”
“It’s a stick man with a penis!”
“It’s a furry penis!”
“It’s a broken penis!”
“Are those his balls? Nod if those are his balls!”
“Is it a penis? Nod if it’s a penis!”
Of course not one single picture drawn was of a penis, furry or otherwise.
Pictionary is good, clean family fun.
I had to draw the word: enlarge.
I drew a little stick man followed by a picture of a bigger stick man.
Nobody guessed right.
So I drew a stick figure holding a picture on which was a little stick man; then I drew a stick figure holding a BIGGER picture of a little stick man.
Still nobody guessed right.
Afterwards, Wayne said, “See, this is when drawing a penis would have come in handy.”
Even I’m sick of the word ‘penis’….I know, you never thought you’d see those words written in my blog.
And since I’ve spent two days being all about the family, here are a few holiday pics of me.
Just ’cause I’m actually wearing something other than my holy yoga pants (and by holy, I don’t mean having anything to do with the baby Jesus.)
And if you haven’t yet read about me flipping my kids the bird, head on over here.