Cranium Takes a Tragic Turn

Last night, Mark and I had another couple (B & K) over for dinner. We made tacos, beans, rice, homemade chips, Mark's fresh homemade guacamole, etc etc. Dinner was scrumdillyumpsious. (yes, that's totally a word).

And everything was calm.

And surprisingly normal.

And then there was Cranium.

While we waited for B's dessert to cook (peanut butter chip chocolate brownies), we played Cranium. And we found out why we should never play boys against girls. Or why, perhaps, boys never play board games with each other unless their girlfriends make them. (Unless it's monopoly, which is it's own animal).

Everything was going fine, (and clean!) until K had to do a charade number. He began sashaying across the living room shaking his butt and holding a candle holder like a martini glass. And the girls are laughing and Mark is like, "WTF?"

So, K tries another approach. He points at his crotch.

Um, "penis?"

Then he puts his hand on his rump and pulls it back like he has a ...

"tail?"

"COCKTAIL!!"

Points at his chest and slides his hands down his front.

"dress!"

Cocktail dress.

OMG.