Last night we were driving home from dinner where we celebrated my parents’ 33rd wedding anniversary.
Greg and I like to play games like I Spy and The Opposite Game in the car with the kids to keep them occupied. Last night, we were playing The Opposite Game but with a twist. Brock (rather than one of us) would ask what the opposite of a certain word was and we would have to come up with the right word.
After he went through the standard light/dark, fat/skinny, etc. he started to get creative.
Things like, “What’s the opposite of pole?”
(My answer was hole. Because a pole sticks out of the ground and a hole goes into the ground. Bonus points to me for thinking on my feet!)
Then he came up with this gem**:
Brock: “What’s the opposite of fluffy?”
Him: “Uh, no! It’s un-com-fort-able.”
Duh. Obviously I’m a total moron.
*Can I just say how proud I am of my parents?? 33 years is pretty amazing and they are such an inspiration. I love that they admit that every day isn’t a fairy tale but that they still are embarrassingly in love with each other and that they work every day to make their marriage work.
**I will probably always and forever try to spell gem like Jem. As in Jem and the Rockers. You can take the girl out of the 80s . . .