Tonight I was putting dinner on the table: roast chicken, green beans and corn. Grayson ran by, looked at the table, and without breaking stride yelled, "There's a dead chicken on the table!"
Almost instantly the reply came from another room, "I one it!"
From upstairs came the answer, "I two it!"
"I three it!"
"I four it!"
"I five it!"
"I six it!"
"I seven it!"
By this time Alonzo and Colin had made their way to dining room to check out the dead chicken. They must have liked what they saw because in a rush they both yelled, "I jumped over it and I ate it! ...No! I ate it!....No I did!"
**This is a sick little game my husband's family plays on road trips, but it usually involves road kill not my roast chicken. You want to be the one that yells "I jumped over and (insert the name of someone else in the car) ate it." It has been known to reduce the person who has been told they ate the dead, smelly, smooshed road kill to tears.