D's at it again

Do any of you remember that stupid game you played in elementary school that goes something like this?: One person passes gas or burps. Then everyone around quickly puts their thumb on their forehead with only the pinky finger extended. Whoever is the last person in the room to make the sign "eats it"--meaning the burp or fart.

So what do you know? I leave my husband alone with my children last week and at dinner Eliza farts and everyone makes the sign--except me. "Mom. you ate it!" Davis shouts with glee. I quickly glance at my husband who has a sheepish, guilty look. "What are you teaching these guys," I say at the same time D announces, "Kids, you only play the game when Dad is around, remember?" Yes, that's right, my surgeon husband is teaching my kids these stupid games.

We've got a new friend, Seth, over this afternoon. I just glanced out the window and Davis is standing on climbing bars in the back yard, making the sign. This is how I imagine the conversation going with Seth's mom later today. . . ."So how'd it go at Davis's house?" "Fine. Davis is weird. . . ." Mom shrugs her shoulders not quite understanding what weird is till she hears Seth explaining the game to his older brother. "Where did you learn that?" she angrily questions. "At Davis's house."

Yes, this is will be the Millar legacy-- thanks a lot Dr. D!