Gestures of a 5 y/o
My 5 y/o nephew begged me to play "gestures" with him. He had watched intently while my kids were playing "Gestures" with Nana and Papa. He doesn't know how to read yet, so my sister-in-law offered to read the card. "No mom," he assured her. "I can just make up a word."
We set up the timer and the board. I was the "guesser" and Enoch the "gesturer." It took a bit for his chubby fingers to get the timer going, but he was soon successful and the game commenced.
"OK, Aunty, guess what I am!" I watched as he made both chubby arms into the biggest biceps curl he could muster.
"Hmmm, weight lifter?"
"No!" Lots of laughter.
"Strong"
"No" more laughter.
"Super man."
"Of course not!"
"Big, courageous, muscles, biceps, mighty man, hero, ape, monkey, baboon...." I tried to come up with more adjectives and a few nouns that might be associated with strong biceps. All to no avail. Each attempt was met with spasm of laughter that sometimes sent the actor falling onto the floor.
The timer dinged. "Keep guessing Aunty Rachel!" The timer was appropriately reset. I continued to try and "crack" the gesture. Several more futile minutes I hadn't made much progress. I was beginning to despair. About that time Michael wandered by.
"Oh mom, he is acting out Samson!" He said offhandedly. "Samson!" I guessed.
"FINALLY! You got it right." Enoch was in a spasm of laughter.
"OK," I sighed. "I'll do better next attempt."
The timer was reset and Enoch resumed the same bicep bulging pose with minimal variation.
"Hmmm, Samson?" I said hopefully.
"NOPE!" More hysterical chortling.
"Adam, Moses, Noah, Daniel, Joshus..." I spout off all the names of strong Biblical characters I could possibly think of."
"No, no, no, no!" He hooted.
"Aw mom," my son had stayed to watch the spectacle, "He's obviously Goliath."
"Oh, ok, Goliath?"
"YES! You FINALLY GOT IT!" More spasmodic laughter and rolling on the floor.
The game continued through several more characters that I managed to guess with equal prowess. Thankfully, Michael and then Tyson bailed me out every time but my nephew has concluded that Aunty is a terrible guesser....
We set up the timer and the board. I was the "guesser" and Enoch the "gesturer." It took a bit for his chubby fingers to get the timer going, but he was soon successful and the game commenced.
"OK, Aunty, guess what I am!" I watched as he made both chubby arms into the biggest biceps curl he could muster.
"Hmmm, weight lifter?"
"No!" Lots of laughter.
"Strong"
"No" more laughter.
"Super man."
"Of course not!"
"Big, courageous, muscles, biceps, mighty man, hero, ape, monkey, baboon...." I tried to come up with more adjectives and a few nouns that might be associated with strong biceps. All to no avail. Each attempt was met with spasm of laughter that sometimes sent the actor falling onto the floor.
The timer dinged. "Keep guessing Aunty Rachel!" The timer was appropriately reset. I continued to try and "crack" the gesture. Several more futile minutes I hadn't made much progress. I was beginning to despair. About that time Michael wandered by.
"Oh mom, he is acting out Samson!" He said offhandedly. "Samson!" I guessed.
"FINALLY! You got it right." Enoch was in a spasm of laughter.
"OK," I sighed. "I'll do better next attempt."
The timer was reset and Enoch resumed the same bicep bulging pose with minimal variation.
"Hmmm, Samson?" I said hopefully.
"NOPE!" More hysterical chortling.
"Adam, Moses, Noah, Daniel, Joshus..." I spout off all the names of strong Biblical characters I could possibly think of."
"No, no, no, no!" He hooted.
"Aw mom," my son had stayed to watch the spectacle, "He's obviously Goliath."
"Oh, ok, Goliath?"
"YES! You FINALLY GOT IT!" More spasmodic laughter and rolling on the floor.
The game continued through several more characters that I managed to guess with equal prowess. Thankfully, Michael and then Tyson bailed me out every time but my nephew has concluded that Aunty is a terrible guesser....
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