ThingsPondered

I was feeling absolutely non-verbal due to the onslaught this morning of super-contagious stomach-painful-abdomen-virus racing around my workplace.  So, when Bruce wanted to know what kind of muffins I brought home, I opted for acting it out rather than speaking.

I was trying to communicate “banana nut” as the type of muffin.  Sadly, Bruce is very low-skilled at Charades.  However, we had two things going for us (I thought):  [1]  I am very good at acting out clues and [2] evening is his highest energy time of day.  Strangely, he did not know the standard signals of the game.  I mean, wasn’t this a popular television show many times over?  And, although Bruce did not grow up with TV, he certainly has embraced it now.  Or, maybe that’s just for football and Law and Order. 

After a few whispered words to teach him the signals for number of words, number of syllables, and “it sounds like..”, we were off.  He struggled, but finally got “banana” down. Next I signaled: “one word, one syllable.”  Cleverly, I depicted a male urinating and then got to the pair of naughty bits below the sprinkler. He guessed balls, gonads, genitals, scrotum [hello? ONE syllable?]. Banana-gonad muffins?  I had to switch to the “sounds like…” options for clues.  So, I pointed to my derriere. He guessed ass.  Banana-ass muffins?  Sweet baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!  And, by this point he was having a senior moment and forgot the word banana!  I wonder where and when he has feasted on gonad-ass muffins?

Well, at least a good laugh was had by all.