Last night over dinner, we played a game of Would-You-Rather. It’s less stressful than watching all stages of the digestive process in action. The premise of Would-You-Rather is simple: you give one person a choice of two equally tempting options. Kind of like would you rather snog George Clooney or Colin Firth?
Only this is the family version.
Here’s how it went down.
WILL: Dad, would you rather watch TV or watch people grow grass?
DH: I’d have to say TV.
WILL: I knew it.
WILL: Mom, your turn. Would you rather go to a movie or poo your pants?
ME: What was the first one again?
WILL: Go to a movie!
DH: Well … what’s playing?
ME: I’m thinking go to a movie. I never get to do that.
VIV: Mom, would you rather have the best cuddle in the world –
ME: Nothing can beat that. I promise.
VIV: Mom, you interrupted!
ME: Sorry, start again.
VIV: Would you rather have the best cuddle in the world or have four kids?
ME: How many?
ME: Cuddle. Hands down.
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