This morning when I was taking my kids to school and work, something wonderful happened. Maybe I should start from the beginning…
About 3 month ago, the kids, our 7-year-old daughter Noff and our 13-year-old son Tsoof started playing the “Punch Buggy” game. If you do not know this game, it involves looking out for a buggy (a Volkswagen “bug”), and the first person to spot one punches the other and says “Punch Buggy”.
Well, it started as a cute way of passing time in the car, so we said to ourselves, “If it keeps the kids busy on long rides when they are tired, as long as it’s only little punches, there’s no harm in this game”. But later on, wanting to win the game, the kids started “spotting” invisible buggies, which nobody else could see.
“Punch buggy… Ouch! What buggy? You didn’t see anything… I did, but you missed it… This is not a buggy, it’s a Nissan… It was another one…” and the fights started and things became unpleasant.
Finally, I told the kids, “OK, someone other than you must see your buggy or it doesn’t count”. There was peace for about a week.
On Saturday, Gal and I were in the car only with Noff and she punched me and said “Punch Buggy” and showed me a nice buggy.
“I’m not playing this game with you”, I told her and she looked at me surprised.
“I don’t like punching and don’t like being punched. I will only play this game with you if you do something nice, like a hug buggy or a pat buggy or a … kiss buggy”.
Gal backed me up and said, “Yes, Kiss Buggy is a much better game”.
Noff looked at us surprised and said nothing.
She must have just been thinking about it for a while. This morning, I drove the girls to work and school. Noff was sitting next to me, my oldest daughter Eden was sitting in the back seat and Eden and I were talking.
Suddenly, I heard a little voice saying, “Kiss Buggy” and Noff kissed me.
I like the Kiss Buggy game. Now, I am always on the lookout for buggies. In fact, getting a kiss for a Nissan also counts…