I hate giving bad news to anyone… even people I don’t like that much. I would cover my ears, close my eyes and sing quite loudly to myself so I wouldn’t hear anything that I shouldn’t.. ’cause if I did hear it and I bumped into the person in question I would feel the need to tell that person. If only people would wait until I left the room to have sex with someone that wasn’t their partner…
But since discovering the art of charades I have made delivering bad news a joy…. one that the whole family can get involved in. Now… the point is if the other person guesses the bad news then they had fun playing the game and I feel better about it – it’s a win-win situation. I have found many uses of my new found talent… telling a fellow colleague that they are fired… letting my Manager know that his hair is too long, he really needs a bath and perhaps he should think about changing his shirt more that once a week… asking my boss for a pay rise ’cause the money he is paying me wouldn’t support an aardvark…
So go ahead give it a try… your children will enjoy finding out that the dog died when you backed into him with the 4 wheel drive and couldn’t be resuscitated through a fun game of charades… but then again you could always tell them that Fluffy was recruited by a local circus ’cause he was sooo talented and didn’t have time to leave a note or forwarding address…
I actually had to do this once.
Only I had to tell some kids their parents had been burnt alive.
Fun for me.. not so much for them unfortunately.
At least you got your message across using the ancient art of charades… those kids should be thanking you
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