Had to head out Queenscliffe way to drop something at a friend’s house, so figured we’d have lunch out that way. A good hour and a half drive. Maximum.
And there I am using the word “good” in reference to a long drive with the kids. By “good” I mean “close to hour and a half” not “good” as in “gee, that was a load of fun, we should do that more often”. Definitely no that sort of good.
This one we can do in the allotted time, as we have no need to stop along the way.
Not far up the road from home when the “Let’s play I Spy” suggestion comes up. We attempt to distract for several minutes. Actually, we attempt to distract for the entire journey, but he’s not letting up. So we play. How hard can it be, realyl?
Godzilla, the six year old and suggester of such fun, must commence. It goes surprisingly well for a small amount of time, including the usual “NO IT’S MY GO!” whenever he decided it was. Then I got to have a go.
“I spy with my little eye, something beginn ..”
“OK, something beginning with C”
“Um, ok, is that the answer? Do I say yes? Did you get it right? Great, your go then.”
Then Monkey Boy had a go … something beginning with “D”.
After many, many attempts and indecipherable clues, we all give up.
“I don’t think ‘distance’ is allowed. I think it has to be something you can see.”
“You can see distance. It’s over there.”
Much discussion had about allowable words, and just because you can see something doesn’t mean it can be used. Further discussion about concepts and tangible objects. Smashing of head on dash commences.
Godzilla’s go again. “Something beginning with T. S. U. No, wait. U.F.O!”
“Is it an unidentified flying object?”
“Oh, you can’t see it. It’s invisbile.”
Pounding pain in head commences.
Monkey Boy’s turn again … “T.I.T.D”
“No way, that’s far too many words to try to work out. You can’t do that.”
Much guessing, followed shortly by giving up.
“Trees in the distance”
“That’s it, no more I Spy!”
Arrive at destination, Grumpy goes and orders some fish and chips for lunch while I feed Chippie and the older two run around. Eat with little discussion. Chippie subtly steals Monkey Boy’s chips when he’s not looking.
Decide to go have quick look at trains before heading home and getting organised for a sleepover tonight. Them going elsewhere to have one. Grumpy hoists Chippie up onto his shoulders – why, I have no idea, as he is still too little to be doing such things (Chippie, not Grumpy) – and leans forward ever so slightly. Chippie’s belly presses against the back of Grumpy’s head, followed almost immediately by Chippie vomiting on top of Grumpy’s head.
I did try to help, but it’s very hard when you’re doubled over and trying to contain your pelvic floor.