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Whilst our kids still want to hang out with us I want to have as many family days as possible. I once set myself the impossible challenge of being the greatest comedian that had ever lived, but I accept that is a accolade I will never achieve. The competition is just too great. So instead I have set myself the more reachable target of being the greatest father ever. No one else is interested in that one. It's like finding a bizarre record in the Guinness Book of Records and deciding that you can eat more marshmallows in a minute than the one person who has ever tried it before. Amazingly that record stands at one.
So rather than falling asleep for a couple of hours in the afternoon, like a bad parent might, I actually played with my kids for a total of about 90 minutes today. Can anyone beat that? Sorry, let me rephrase that, can any DAD beat that? The answer of course is no.
This morning we played the Traitors game. Given this started as a parlour game it's quite impressive that someone has managed to market it as something involving cards and a phone. It's mildly complicated to get going, but we had a couple of cracks at it. The first one was spoiled by Ernie immediately showing he was a faithful and the second one maybe telegraphed a bit, when Ernie insisted on running off to a corner to enter his answer in the phone. It seemed a bit like the kind of thing a traitor would do. The people on the telly rarely make errors like this at the round table.
You probably need more than four players to make this game really work and preferably make sure that one of them isn't Ernie, but we all had fun giving our reasons for voting for each other in the manner of the people on the telly, "I want to tell you Ernie, I think you're amazing person, I really like you, I just think you'd be a phenomenal traitor. I hope I haven't got this wrong. I'm really sorry if I have cos you're amazing, but I voted Ernie."
It was Ernie as it turned out.
