Wallene and I have a game we often play called "You are...."
It is a game we just randomly started playing one day [probably because we were bored] but it is to show the person you are playing with how much you love them and how important they are to you.
The idea is to name off something that hinges on the existence of something else. For example:
"You are the air in my tires."
"You are peach in my cobbler."
"You are the skip in my step." [Hi Josie!]
"You are the Santa in my Claus."
They can be serious - such as "You are the beat in my heart." and "You are the breath to my life" or silly stupid, like "You are the elastic in my underwear." [<---credit: Wallene, but only after I said "You are the boob in my bra." Hey - I didn't SAY they had to be tasteful. Jeesh. It is Wallene and me playing after all.]
This is a great game to play with anybody, but I think it would be especially fun with young kids - hence why I play it with Wallene. The possibilities are endless.
Try it while you are just hanging around with your kids, spouse or friend. It can be a lot of fun - and a lot of laughter. Believe me - the word condom* came up one time while playing with Pooldad [just me and him] and before he could even finish the sentence I needed oxygen therapy.
*"You're the condom in my wallet" - was going to be his response before I almost passed out laughing.
Cheers! And Happy Thursday Tadpoles.