We love playing Taboo. It’s one of our favorite group games. We had a rousing round of it on our vacation … and there were many hilarious moments (Schindler’s List is a children’s movie? Who knew?? Or Bren trying to get Jean to say the word “Iron” – so he started off with the slam-dunk clue “Robert Downey Jr.” and Jean promptly replied, “Junkie.” Like- WHAT??? We all sat around howling with laughter, lounging around on the big curvy couch, after a long stressful day of swimming and reading and paddle-boat-ing.)
So.
I was trying to get Jean to say “Manure” … WITHOUT using the words “farm” “field” “cow” “farmer” or … you know, you get the idea.
I began with the clue:
“Poop from an animal.”
I SO thought that my clue would make this a done deal. There was no way on earth that anyone could ever say anything other than “manure” in response to my BRILLIANT clue!! I had NAILED it! I was so ready to go on to the next card! Ba-da-BING – ba-da-BOOM!! Slam dunk!
Jean said, “Scat.”
And it was downhill from there. We all started just laughing (not that “scat” isn’t correct – it was my own certainty that “manure” was the ONLY thing she could say … and how it so derailed me into madness) – and everything just started going nuts – and so now I had to turn myself inside out to get her to say “manure”.
My next clue was:
“A man who works with a hoe …” (I was not allowed to use “farmer”, you understand … ) and I had more to say about that “man working with his hoe” – because I needed to paint a more detailed picture – but before I could go on, Jean said:
“A pimp.”
A man who works with “hos” is CLEARLY a pimp!
I never recovered. It was a lost round of Taboo. We are still laughing about it.
“Poop from an animal!”
“Scat.”
“A man who works with a hoe …”
“A pimp.”
Put a “hoe” in Sheila. This round of Taboo is over.
That is absolutely too funny! Isn’t that so typical of how we perceive our own way of thinking to be that of others? Then the inevitable “wake up” moment. Thank God for friends who enlighten us with other perspectives and share their own reality with us.
Thank you for the perfect start to my “West Coast Morning”.
I’m at the airport and people are staring at me because I guffawed so loud at your sister’s “pimp” guess.
My family loves playing Taboo. Quite some time ago we were playing with a large group of family and friends — the word was Monster Trucks or something similar. I couldn’t say Bigfoot, car crushing or anything vehicular. My clue (which worked, btw) was “Sunday. Sunday! SUNDAY! It’s all happening Sunday! at the local arena!”