My husband read in his favourite chair. I pfaffed on my laptop while William built another Lego zombie creation. Vivian hovered, clearly bored.
Before long, she enlisted William’s help and got us on board. Tonight’s game? A Q-and-A session brought to you by the letter “O”. One person peppered another with random questions; the victim had to answer everything with the long “O” sound.
Vivian and William started. I tried it. Then my husband put down his book.
“My turn to answer,” he said.
Vivian and William drilled him with questions. My dear husband (DH) fielded them better than a Major League player at a press conference.
This is how it went down:
VW: What’s your favourite season?
DH : Snow.
VW: Do you love your kids?
DH: Yo, yo.
VW: How are you feeling today?
DH: So so.
VW: What’s your favourite country?
DH: Burkina Faso
What’s your favourite sports team?
VW: What’s Mommy’s name?
DH: She’s a ho.
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t referencing Santa.
One final confession: there were no more long “O”s (or short “O”s) that evening.
What are you plans for the weekend?
Please use the long “O” sound sound somewhere in your answer.