Necessity Breeds Greatness

Desperation. There's no other word for it. Desperation is the feeling you get when you are at the dinner table with three very bored and whining kids while Mom brings out the food. Two minutes seems like twenty minutes. They were already on the verge of screaming, and I probably was too, so I decided we should all scream. We did, and the kids stopped whining. They looked at me as if expecting me to do something else fun. I had to think quickly. The only idea that popped into my head was a copycat game. I pointed at my head. They pointed at their heads. I pointed at my nose. They pointed at their noses. I made funny faces. They made funny faces. So intent were they on doing exactly what I was doing that all was blessedly still until dinner was served.