Catch the...
One of my most favourite childish games I played with my brother when I used to live with my parents was called ‘Catch The…’ It started when we were in the kitchen 3 years ago and I wanted to make some toast, my brother launched the bread across the room at me whilst shouting ‘CATCH THE BREAD’. This pretty much started an onslaught of items being hurled across the kitchen whilst shouting at one another. It went on for a few weeks, in the living room - 'CATCH THE REMOTE’, getting more adventurous each time - ‘CATCH THE VASE’. One afternoon my brother had shouted ‘CATCH THE COASTER’ and flung a wooden coaster at my head like a ninja bloody throwing star, I didn’t catch it, unless you count catching it with my face (which I didn't)... so vengeance was required.

About three hours later I wandered into the living room to find my brother asleep on the sofa. Now is the time, thought I, so I frantically searched around the room for something to throw at him. Stifling giggles I was uncontrollable, but there was a problem, I couldn’t find anything… or could I… Whispering my brothers name he sleepily opened his eyes and was confronted by me holding my parents beagle puppy over his face ‘catch the dog’ I laughed as she dived out of my arms, tail wagging, onto my brothers head! Mwahahaha.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 18 Sep 2009, 16:52, Reply)