I’ve been the mother of at least one son for over ten years. You’d think I would know by now. But last week I lapsed, just for a moment.
The boys told me about a game they’d invented, and they named it "Would You Rather". The idea, they explained, was to name two things and give the other players a chance to choose which one they’d rather do.
In a clearly delusional moment, I though to myself how delightfully creative my children were. What a clever little game! Let’s see…Paris or France? Beethoven or Bach? Tell me, darling offspring, what delightful choices dost thou have for me?
"Okay, mom…would you rather lick a baboon’s backside or climb a volcano that’s blowing molten snot?"
It was a nice fantasy, while it lasted.
And seriously, he should at least get creativity points for "molten snot", don’t you think?