So remember how I’m "too silly to play?"
My kids have spent the last half-hour tearing around the house (nothing new there) playing a new game: you roll (or, preferably, fling or kick) a die. And whichever number comes up… that’s how old you are.
Giving rise to such hilarious dialogue as: "Huh-huh-huh! I’m one!" "Rhys! You’re two!" "Fisher, now you’re six!" "I’m already six!" "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s my own junior-varsity Beavis & Butthead team. Now appearing in my living room, my hallway, my kitchen…