How road trip I spy game became race to the bottom
We all love road trips and, with four boys, adventure can be found on even the shortest of journeys.
One journey began with an urgent need of 50-cent ice-cream cones. It was late, and we all needed some sweet deliciousness to end the night.
Now, apart from road safety and seatbelts, the main focus of my car journeys involves trying to not let the boys kill each other.
I have many random strategies to distract from hitting, poking and licking.
Sometimes I pretend to spot random wildlife; “look there boys — I think I saw an elephant” sometimes works.
Other times I sing popular melodies to made-up lyrics, and in our car if you put the word poo in, you are guaranteed a laugh or two.
A final resort is the world renowned “I spy” which also works a treat.
It does, however, help if everyone knows how to spell. We had one game last about 28 minutes. We were trying to guess something beginning with “A”… it was fire.
So this particular night we were cruising the streets playing I spy. The letter was “A”, again, and we were all stumped.
Astronaut? Aeroplane? Apple? You name it we were guessing it.
We weren’t even close though. So I suggested Aubrey give us all a wee little clue. “It’s everywhere,” he quipped. From the back depths of the car Chuck almost jumped out of his seat.
He knew it, and was about to become the I spy champion. “A*****” he triumphantly exclaimed.
I almost drove off the road. Well yes, they are everywhere but I don’t quite think that was what Aubrey was spying.
Aubrey shouted in disgust, “Air guys, air is everywhere.”
With tears running down my face from laughing way too hard, I slowly drove home.
This time there were no games, merely me trying to explain to Rusty, 4, at the time, and Nipper, 6, what an a*** was, and could we please not tell Grandad, who was visiting, about them.
Four extra trips round the block and we finally made it home. Karen Hancock has five boys, including her husband, one cat, two dogs, a galah, and numerous fish. She enjoys hunting for muddy puddles, tropical storms, wrestling her children and laundry. She also writes a column for a newspaper.