When I was growing up, I loved Mad Libs. I would constantly go through those books filling out all sorts of silly stories with my friends. We could spend days giggling over what we'd come up with, and we eventually started to write our own Mad Libs to save some money instead of buying the books each time.
We had a blast with them, and I love that Mad Libs are still available today. I have fun playing them with the wee ones. Their job is to come up with the words - sometimes with me helping to explain what an adverb is - while I fill them out before we all read them together.
I've had to enact certain rules with the wee ones. You can't do everything as a Star Wars character or reference. You can't use the same word more than four times in a single Mad Libs. You can't use the same word in different ways, e.g., swim, swimmer, swimmingly. They just don't make for good stories. Trust me on that one.
We've done them often enough that I should the wee ones knew exactly how they work. I should have known better, given that my husband has already proven that he knows nothing about Mad Libs.
This came home from summer school this week. I'm still giggling.
Nan has a happy person named Nan. Nan and Grama like to go to Target with their doll filled with tan sacks of toys. If they don't have their bats, they feel very sat. Ohhhh, and she almost got it. "Sad" is the only word that was the correct word choice from above that actually made sense in the story, yet she somehow chose to use a word that made no sense. Silly girl!
Big Billy plays a ball in a ball club every day. He wears his big bat and ball, and puts on his t-shirt. Then he eats a tub of buttered bread, and he's ready to play. Big Billy is the best base-ball player on the team, because he is as big as a big tv, and he is also very fast. Go, Billy, go! No comments needed, right?