Do you ever wonder what your kids really think of you? Are you dying to know their latest little white lie? If so, then I have the perfect game for you.
The rules are simple: state two true things about yourself (realsies) and one falsehood (whopper). The other person must discern the whopper from the realsies.
My eight-year-old son uses this game as an opportunity to confess his sins:
Him: “Ready, mommy?”
Him: “Number one: I once ate three large pizzas at once.”
Note: He has never eaten 3 large pizzas at once.
Him: “Number two: I was a rodeo cowboy.”
Note: He has never been to a rodeo.
Him: “Number three:”—deep breath—”I needed some of your goopy make-up to make experiments in the garage and spilled it all over the place.”
That little bugger.
My four-year-old daughter’s approach is more straightforward:
Her: “Number one: I was a mermaid. Second: I was a princess. Last: I was a princess who can turn into a mermaid.”
Not only has this game been useful in determining my kids’ latest obsessions (and transgressions), there’s been an added benefit of knowing what they really think of their mommy:
Me: “Number one: When I was a kid, we had 2 hamsters, 2 cats, 2 dogs, some fish and a lizard in our house. Number two: Daddy and I got married barefoot on the beach. Number three: I rode a rollercoaster naked.”
My son: “The animal one is the whopper. Definitely.”
My daughter: “Married is a whopper.”
Me: “You guys seriously think I would go on a rollercoaster naked?”
My son: “It’s a lot of animals for one house, mommy.”
My daughter: “You’re not married, are you?!?”
So. To recap: I’ll spend this Mother’s Day warmed by the thought that my kids think I’m a pervert.*
C’mon, spill it—what are your two realsies and a whopper?
*Note: They’re right of course, but not for the reasons they suspect.