We sang on long trips too.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I still sing in the car with my parents. And play the alphabet game. It's usually a two-hour drive to Thanksgiving dinner at my uncle's.
We played words games, like Tom Swifties or Hink Pink. Oh, and annoyed each other.
We played words games, like Tom Swifties or Hink Pink.
Oooh, we loved Hink Pink! I keep wanting to play it in the Zmayhem car, but I quail before the brute force of Emmett's and Hec's tandem eyerolls of disdain at my lameosity.
Now I totally want to take a road trip with Robin.
(Well, you know. As if I didn't already.)
Right back at ya.
I never sing with my children. *is sad*
This just turned my world upside down. I'd figured you for teaching them the complete works of Sondheim (and possibly the whole score from Avenue Q).
It's not too late. And as a bonus, you can now embarrass them, while you do it.
My brother says that thanks to having two older sisters, he knows more Disney and musical songs than any man ought to.
Umm I know Tom Swifties. And I know I'm going to regret asking this. But what is "hink-pink".
he knows more Disney and musical songs than any man ought to.
Any straight man, maybe.
TB, the version my family played (which I just remembered we called Pink Dink) was a rhyming riddle game. You'd come up with a simple two-word rhyme and try to get the others to guess it (or fail to guess it, depending on how competitive you were); you'd signal how many syllables it had by saying "I've got a Pink Dink/Pinky Dinky/Pinkety Dinkety."
Pink Dink: An obese feline = Fat Cat.
Pinky Dinky: A tankard for a mythical beast = Dragon Flagon.
Pinkety Dinkety: A very boring talking device = Monotone Telephone.