I was cleaning up after a quick lunch with the kids. My littlest guy came over with the empty "Catchphrase" box, with his hand stuck up inside.
"Look mom, look what I found," he exclaimed, with the excitement of a 7-year old who thought he was being really clever, "it's the hand game!"
I looked over my shoulder and said, with the requisite fake-mom-interest "Oooh, I wonder how you play the hand game?"
Then the Bad Mom in my head said "He's a boy, and his father's son. He'll learn how to play the hand game soon enough."
Bad mom, bad mom.