Lincoln is learning to play Duck, duck…

Christy and I fight over what to call it. She grew up playing “Duck, duck, goose.” I grew up with “Duck, duck, grey duck.” I’m sure the epic battle will continue for all eternity until the trumpet sounds.

As with teaching anything new to a two-year old, Lincoln really didn’t understand what we were doing at first. He would sit down opposite one of us and would chase us when we told him to, but the real tricky part was when it was his turn to be it. His first couple of times he would start running around us and laugh, expecting us to chase him. “Tap our heads and say ‘duck’,” we guided him. He walked around and in his jovial way would play along.

“Okay, now you tap someone and say ‘goose.’”
“Goose.”
“Run Lincoln!”

I would get up and chase him only to find that he was chasing me, but to keep the fun going we would end up running in our own little circle. He also doesn’t quite get that you only have to run around the circle once, so whoever is still sitting will just grab him and tell him he’s safe now. And he always wants it to be his turn to be it.