At the cabin tonight, Papa introduced my kids to a game he liked to play when my siblings and I were young. It's called The Three Little Pigs. I recall it with a mix of nostalgia and residual trepidation.
The "pigs" would hide in various rooms of the house . . .
The "pigs" would hide in various rooms of the house . . .
. . . then the "big bad wolf" would knock on the door and demand to come in. Of course, the wise pigs deny him admittance, whereupon the wolf threatens to huff, and puff, and blow their house in.
The wolf then opens the door and the pigs must flee to the next "house" or risk being "eaten (translation: tickled like crazy).
I'm happy to report that the little pigs got away safely . . . this time.
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