Just Testing Them For Doneness, Like Pasta
When I was a teenager and didn’t have quite all my common sense in place yet, my uncle was hosting a BIG party because a notable family member was turning eighty. Once the house was fully prepared, I thought that the best way to distract the kiddos and get all their wiggles out was to play my Tossing Game with them.
In the back room, I put a mattress on the floor, piled all the pillows in the house on top, and one at a time began to spin each toddler cousin, nephew, and assorted hanger-on in a big circle going, “One… two… three!”, before throwing them into the pile.
The kiddos love the Tossing Game. They’d crash, clamber out, and jump right back in line for another turn.
It took me a while to realise that there were suddenly MORE kids than I remembered throwing. Like, a lot more. Guests had started to arrive, and every. Single. Little. Kid. Immediately found their way to the back room to join in. I’d gone from seven to twenty-one.
Now, it took a bit, but then Teenager [Me] realised that maybe throwing STRANGERS’ kids might be a problem.
To solve this, I promptly went out of the back room with the gaggle of twenty toddlers to loudly ask the party at large:
Me: “Hey, is it okay if I throw your kids at a wall?”
At that point, the eighty-year-old guest of honour decided that rather than socialising with all his friends, HE’D like to throw the kids at the wall, too, thanks.