The Shrieking Game

by doodaddy on November 10, 2009

The game would still be deafening if I had girls who loathed each other. Except instead of screaming at each other, Fern and Claudia scream with each other.

It’s a fine distinction.

Claudia adores her sister. And Fern likes having another doll, one that has all the talking, cooing, pooping features you could ever want.

So the sisters come together in the Shrieking Game. Claudia starts: she thinks something Fern has done is so incredibly funny that her usual laugh turns into a bit of a howl. Then Fern builds that into a real screech, so Claudia has to outdo her — well, you see where this is going, right?

The harmonized shrieking starts.

I’ve managed to avoid Metallica concerts my whole life (to date), so I figure my hearing is due for some high-decibel damage. And lo, my girls provide.

It’s really cute, and mostly I don’t have the heart to tell them to stop — this, assuming they’d be able to hear me.  But sometimes I yearn for peace in the household, which of course would be sisters who couldn’t care less about each other.

Indifference: that’s what we’ll strive for.

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{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

Nan November 10, 2009 at 2:01 pm

Yeah, I keep hoping my boys will become sulking, silent teenagers. No such luck. My brother and I used to play the laughing screechies game, laughing till we wet our pants over nothing. Mum used to put us out.


Veronica November 11, 2009 at 4:24 am

And here I was thinking that my kids were the only ones who did this.



kt November 13, 2009 at 9:57 am

My boys do this one, too. It’s not always a happy thing with them, though. Most of the time it is, but sometimes the younger one is trying to get his big brother’s attention who doesn’t want to give it and while Littlest is still convinced it’s a game, Bigger is just screeching at him to be quiet.

And people used to think my house was quiet…


Lisa Pedersen November 13, 2009 at 4:43 pm

We know exactly where you are coming from. Twin are bad for this too.
Bryce thinks Jada is just hysterical sometimes. But at our house it’s usually at the dinner table. For now…


doodaddy November 24, 2009 at 2:55 am

Oh, man, I didn’t even think of twins. Maybe I should just stop complaining now!

Kelley @ Magnetoboldtoo November 16, 2009 at 12:39 am

and soon enough you will be all ‘they are too quiet…’ and THAT is when you need to worry.

Playing hairdressers. Fun for all ages.


doodaddy November 24, 2009 at 2:56 am

Oh, yes — the hair saga must come out soon. Fern had her first haircut evah… lordy, what a scene.

creative type dad November 18, 2009 at 11:18 pm

I think I’ve become immune to the sound after awhile.


doodaddy November 24, 2009 at 2:57 am

I think the term for that is “hearing damage”…

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