We Haven’t Packed the Whiteboard Yet

 

…which means we still have a Question of the Day. Recently, I posed this one:

“If you had a ball, a slinky, a marble, a pancake, and a fuzzy slipper, what would you invent with them?”
My response was:
“an extremely difficult obstacle course for Polly Pockets”
Our Girl’s response was “a very bouncy, skinny, round, tasty, warm bed”
Paco, after reading the question through once, asked, “Are we allowed to answer with pictures?”  Assured that this approach fell within the bounds of Whiteboard Protocol, he hastened off to the bedroom with a piece of paper and a pencil, emerging four minutes later looking sweaty and disheveled but holding this mock-up.  A lengthy explanation of his contraption ensued, but I was too busy pulling a hairball out of the bath tub drain to focus properly.  All I can remember is that the invention does some sliding and flinging and sproinging, and probably someone loses his superpowers or perhaps his head in the end.
Groom, of course, knew exactly what a pancake, a slinky, and soft fuzzy stuff would be best at snagging.

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How ’bout you, Poodles? 

What would you create with a ball, a slinky, a marble, a pancake, and a fuzzy slipper?
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By Jocelyn

There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."

13 comments

  1. Not sure about inventing, but I can imagine a recipe for a morning breakfast game, between son and myself, that would end only by the sound of breakage.

  2. I have a hard enough time dealing with the actual problems life presents me. I'd probably eat the pancake and leave the rest of it alone.

  3. That sounds like the accoutrement of stuff often found shoved under the cedar chest (dual duty item -serves as our coffee table in the living room) by the grandkids in their attempt to make it look like they cleaned up all their toys and junk from the floor -where they scatter it randomly in their efforts to build the perfect place for Gram to trip, fall and break her butt which then will save them from having to clean up anymore or listen to Gram complain about the mess cause then she'd be moaning about the pains they just created for her.

  4. I like how the girl thinks–an obstacle course sounds awesome. Or a wild trap–what a thought! Who comes up with these questions?

  5. Sadly, I would probably start wondering aloud who the hell left all that crap all over my clean house.

  6. A thoroughly exhausted 10-week-old puppy (if he didn't swallow the marble. And no, he's not mine. He's my parents')

  7. Oh my god, way to put me on the spot. Especially when I'm so jet-lagged I can't remember the simplest words. But here goes…

    Forgive me for being boring about it, but it's pretty obvious that the slinky is the racecourse for two unevenly matched, rolling opponents, who are shot through the gate with a wack from the slipper.

    And I'll just sit back and watch, munching on my pancake.

    I know I've said it before, but the biggest regret of my parenting life is that I didn't know about your and your whiteboard when it would have mattered.

  8. Having lived in a house with four males for most of my life, I would choose a game. Tossing the marble through the slinky, landing on the ball which rolls over the pancake and lands the marble in the slipper. Or something like that.

    Much too easy.

  9. i think i'd be inspired to start on some sort of rube goldberg machine.

    but nothing could top the wild paco trap!

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