You know how it is; Ooh that piece of cake has the most frosting. “I call dibs!”
In our house when we call “dibs” we get creative. Just because you called dibs doesn’t mean it’s yours – the most creative one “takes the cake!” I usually get it because I come out with CLOTS and it grosses everyone out and they miss a beat! 👍😜
We play this game often when we see something cool. Just for fun we call dibs or dabs on whatever the coveted item is whether that be a car, a billboard announcing the amount to be won in the latest lottery, the house with the most Christmas lights, whatever…it’s just yet another strange things we do!
Last night I had a moment of pride. Hubby was talking about various desserts and our oldest boy started in, “I call dabs on dessert.” To which the younger countered, “I call dubs” this typically escalates to “dubs times infinity, ” “I call dubs times infinity plus….” and also typically ends in an argument about how there is no such thing as infinity plus anything.
Last night the oldest, instead of going through the typical ritual and un-phased by my calling “clots,” shouted out, “I call God.” This sent the youngest over the edge, “you can't call God, that’s not right. God….” He could not think of how to put into words but I could tell it bothered him on a spiritual level.” The oldest doesn’t skip a beat but said, “Yes I can because, (breaking into song by the Monkeys) ‘I’m a believer…’!”
Working in a song by the Monkeys!! And we have a winner!
Kinda silly, but it's our silly and I call "clots times infinity plus a million" on it!!
