Last night, while I was out galavanting with other writers, my husband and daughter were playing an amusing game. When I stumbled into the house, Chris told me what he and Vivian had been up to.
The game went like this:
- Chris named a person Vivian knew.
- Vivian chose an animal that matched that person’s characteristics.
- Vivian explained why they were alike.
When Chris first named himself in this what-animal-are-you game, Vivian said, “Dad, you’d be a bear.” She elaborated. “Bears are kind and cuddly, but if you get in their way, look out.”
Mrs. X, a not-so-beloved adult Vivian once knew, was a easy classification. “She’s a Tasmanian Devil,” Vivian said. No explanation needed.
When Chris named me, Vivian said, “Mom is a kitty cat.” Viv smiled. “Because she’s kind, cuddly, and she sleeps a lot.”
“What about your brother?” Chris asked.
Vivian paused. “Will is a caterpillar.”
“Because he’s creepy.”
Feel free to name someone you know or a celebrity (or yourself).
Which animal would he or she be?
I’d say my mother reminds me of a Chihuahua. She barks at you a lot but when you turn to look at her she pretends it wasn’t her.
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That’s one talented family you have there, Leanne.