Lately, Teensy and I have been doing some cuddling on the couch and playing that age-old classic, "I Spy." Some of our games have cracked me up. Here are the highlights:
We were facing the living room window
Teensy: I spy with my little eye...something green.
Me: Oh, wow, this is a tough one...
Teensy: I'll give you a clue, Mom. They're green and long and go down the walls on both sides of the window.
Me: The curtains?
Teensy: (thrilled) Yes! You got it!
See what a genius I am? But wait, things got even trickier...
Teensy: I spy with my little eye...something orange.
Me: (initially, genuinely stumped as there is a shortage of orange in my living room) Wow, let me see...
Teensy: Okay, okay, I'll give you a clue. It's orange and tall and a light and has a circle on it.
Me: The light?
Teensy: You got it, Mom! Good job!
Wow--with a clue like "a light" how did I ever guess that it was, in fact, a light? Call Mensa. Teensy, herself, is quite the guesser and doesn't require nearly as many clues as her dear old mom.
Me: I spy with my little eye...something beautiful.
Teensy: ME! (elated giggling)
Anyway, it's apparently her new favorite game. I guess I don't need to act like her things are too hard to guess. She's just as happy when I correctly guess as when I act like she's stumped me.