I’ve always thought the game Simon Says was boring. There are only so many times you can hear “Simon Says touch your toes” until you yearn to do something more exciting, like wash the dishes.
But then I watched my husband play it with our kids. Imagine a comedian with a drill sergeant delivery, and you get the potential for comedy.
So, last weekend, we had an after dinner, pre-bed Simon Says game.
Round One: The Classic
My husband instructs, “Simon says jump up.”
While our kids are mid air, he shouts, “Down!” He proceeds to remind them that he never said Simon says. It’s a quick lesson in gravity.
Round Two: The Goofball
My husband says, “Simon says put your hands on top of each other’s heads.”
Both twins oblige, messing up each other’s hair.
My husband continues, “Simon says keep your hands where they are and jump up and down.”
Chaos ensues. And giggles.
Round Three: The Manipulator
I take over now. I am emboldened by my husband’s antics and decide to go beyond my touch-your-nose repertoire.
“Simon says pick up all the Hot Wheels cars and put them in the toy box as fast as you can.”
Within twenty seconds, William’s beloved convoy is history.
“Simon says put the books on the bookshelf.”
Bye bye Vivian’s library on the floor.
I am feeling pretty clever.
Round Four: The Immitator
My smirk continues. “Simon says pretend you’re Daddy.”
William takes the lead on this one. He yawns, getting into character. “I think I’m going to lie down,” he says, flopping on the couch like he sees his dad do so often. Vivian follows suit and pretends to nap on the floor.
I smile at my husband before announcing, “I win.”