Who Guess Who

So, today is my day off from work. It's always nice to have an extra weekend day to get the housework done, do the laundry, and play a rousing game of "Guess Who" (or, as my boys like to call it, "Who Guess Who") with my 3-year-old.

Typically, the object of the game is to guess your opponent's mystery person before your opponent guesses yours. So, you're supposed to pick a mystery person from the pile of 24 mystery cards before the game even starts. And then ask your opponent questions like, "Is your person a boy or a girl?" or "Is your person wearing a hat?" in order to guess their mystery person. The winner is the first to accurately guess his opponent's mystery person.

Yes, under normal circumstances, that is how the game is played. But that is not how my 3-year-old plays. When we first begin playing, he gets the red board and I get the blue. We set up our players, pick our mystery person and he begins the questions.

3-year-old: Mommy, does youw puwson have a mustache?
Me: No.
3-year-old knocks down half of his board.
Me: Is your person a boy or a girl?
3-year-old (while not even looking at his mystery person): Ahhh... a goiyal.
I knock down all the men.
3-year-old: Mommy, does your pewson have a beawd?
Me: No.
3-year-old knocks down remaining board, leaving one person standing.
Me: Did you pick my person?
3-year old nods.
I check.
He didn't.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

After about 4 rounds of this, we switch boards. I get red, he gets blue. By this point, we have given up picking our mystery people and the game goes like this:

3-year-old: Mommy, does youw puwson have a mustache?
Me: No.
3-year-old knocks down half of his board.
Me: Does your person have a mustache?
3-year-old: Yes (or no, depending on his mood).
I knock down half my board.
3-year-old: Mommy, does your pewson have a beawd?
Me: No.
3-year-old knocks down remaining board, leaving two people standing.
Me: Does your person wear glasses?
3-year-old: No (or yes, depending on his mood).
I knock down the rest of my board, leaving two people standing.
3-year-old: Does your pewson have a mustache? (Yes, he asks again.)
Me: Yes. (Why not?)
3-year-old knocks down one of the remaining pieces.
Me: Did you pick my guy?
3-year-old nods.
I check.

You bet he did.

And that's how I spent an hour this morning.