“Is that one of your road trip games?”
“Yeah. Do you know it?”
“Nope.”
I explain it to her and I let her pick the first word. “Got a word?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Is it more like French toast or more like… gasoline.”
“Hmmm.” She taps her bottom lip. “I guess it’s more like French toast… but it is a liquid like gasoline.”
I think on that. “Is it lemonade?”
“What!” Her mouth falls open and she glares at me. “How did you get that so fast?”
Grinning, I shrug. “I’m good at this game.”
“Phhhht.”
“Okay, I’ll go.” I choose the word. “Got it.”
“Is it more like French toast or more like a car?”
“That’s tough. I’ll say more like a car.”
“Any other clue?”
“Hmmm. Well, I could say it has a harness, sort of like a car has a seatbelt.”
She frowns. “A harness. Huh.” She takes her time thinking. “Is it more like French toast or more like a dog?”
“Adog?” I grin. “This is getting weird.”
She throws her hands up. “Well, I don’t know what you’re thinking of!”
I like that she’s getting into this, becoming animated. “Okay, more like a dog. Added clue—but it’s more like amaledog.”
Silence as she thinks more. I’m trying not to laugh.
“Harness. Male dog,” she mutters. “I don’t know. Is it more like French toast or more like a leash?”
“More like a leash.”
“No other clue?”
“No.”
She pouts. She takes several more guesses, then says, “Okay, I know! I’m ready to guess.”
“Go for it.”
“Is it a horse?”
Baffled, I shake my head. “No.”
“What is it then?”
