Even the adults can play
Although you’d think we had learned better by the time we have raised our own, this weekend my housemate and myself proceeded to fumble, forget or otherwise revert to early childhood.
I “lost” (read didn’t choose to search for) more than one small coin over the past four days.
We spent time (o.k. not saying hours or that would really label us as ready for senile dementia testing) searching for names of various actors, actresses, films, songs and the like: managing to solve ALL.
Spilt glasses, dumped bowls and on-the-floor whatevers: it all was good.
And it only continued once we reached home: Anyone for a good game of pickup sticks?
And, no, I didn't plan to dump the spaghetti