Do you remember when we were kids and we played games consisting of folded pieces of paper? On snowy days, I remember playing indoor ‘football’ with a triangle of paper.
So when FringeBoy came home with one of these, memories of adolescent giggles and crushes washed away my adult stress. I had to play!
First I chose a color, then a number, and yet another number.
Anticipation built as I waited for my inner secrets to be revealed. Would I have a secret crush? Would I have to kiss the dog’s nose? Would my breath smell like a cricket’s guts?
My fortune wasn’t so kind. I have a giant butt!
And this sent FringeBoy into a million giggles.
For the life of me, I can’t remember what we called this game that revealed our hearts and the size of my seat.