Ok, so this really has nothing to do with swimming, but lately my kids have been obsessed with Mad Libs. Without fail, every practice someone shows up with a Mad Libs pad and a pencil. One of the kids even gave us our own pad to keep in the office. Thanks, I was worried we might run out. In general, we don’t play a lot of games with the kids and this seems like a pretty harmless thing to do right after dryland and before we get in the pool.
Anyway, it turns out that 10 must be the exact age when Mad Libs are at their most hilarious. And they think the same words are funny over and over again. When asked for an adjective, one of the kids will no doubt come up with, “constipated.” A favorite place? Uranus, of course. The word “falafel” is also well used in our group. When does this stuff stop being funny?
Eventually, we will probably put an end to this silliness, or the kids will move on to something else, but for now….Mad Libs rule.
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Mad Libs Rock
Mad Libs Rock