Lost Our Marbles!

Honey wanted to play marbles today. We've never actually played a game outside, where you use your heel and twist in a circle and make the "pot" (wow, just realized how long since I did THAT!) and try to sink your marbles before the other players do. I can't even remember all the rules or values (crocks worth more, crystals higher rank than beauts and catseyes.... that's about it).

She didn't let that stop her and invented her own game instead. She set up a box lid, a toilet paper tube and extra marbles as obstacles. We each got 4 marbles and the object was to shoot your marbles through the obstacles or around them, and up the tube and into the box. First person to get all their marbles in the box won. She & I started playing before Murray got home from work. If you bumped your marble into one of the obstacles, it had to go back to the start. If your marble was bumped by someone else, you had to go back to the start. Getting up the tube was tricky because she'd parked a crock right in front of it!

Murray got home & immediately got invited into the game. He plops done, shoots his first marble directly through all the obstacles and gets a hole in one. I was so disgusted!!!!!!! Just for effect, I hollered, "I'm so mad, I'm going to pee!" and left for the bathroom. The girls almost died of laughter. Bathroom humour is incredibly popular with them right now. I thought we'd be skipping that since they're such girly girls but nope. They're giving it with the best of them and wildly amuse themselves frequently with tales and antics involving said subject matter. They get themselves laughing so hard that they're doubled over and unable to speak!