The new thing in my daughter's group of friends is the game Truth or Dare. She came home the other day asking me, "Truth or Dare?" I picked truth. And then truth again, and again. I got, "Do you love me?" and "Did you like that rash on your face over the summer?" All boring questions that she already knew the answer to. When I picked dare, she told me to give her a kiss. "Your dares are no fun...it's supposed to be interesting" I told her. When it was my turn to ask, I asked if there was a boy she thought was cute. When she picked a dare, I told her to lick her sneaker. She said she didn't have to do a dare if she doesn't want to. I changed it to run around the house once. She said no again so I changed it to picking up one of our guinea pigs. She agreed, but never did.
That night I came home from school and she was already laying in bed. I went to lay with her and she asked me "Truth or Dare?" I picked Dare. She told me to lick my shoe. Really? OK. I sat up, grabbed my slipper and gave a quick slurp of the bottom. Her face was priceless! "EEEWWW! That's disgusting! Why did you do that?" She couldn't get over it.
"Because it was a dare, and that's how you play the game!" After she fell asleep I went downstairs and kissed my husband. :)
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