Posted August 10, 2011 by jimhigley
In an earlier blog, I gave you a little insight into a Higley tradition that started when the kids were pretty little. I call it our version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Except we use a can of Reddi-wip.
I wrote about it in Chapter 19 of my book, Bobblehead Dad: 25 Life Lessons I Forgot I Knew. It’s titled “Whipped Cream Wonders.” I’ll post an excerpt of it at the bottom of this blog.
In the meantime, here’s a little clip of how the game gets played with teenagers. Good, clean, sticky fun.
An excerpt from Bobblehead Dad: 25 Life Lessons I Forgot I Knew (copyright: Jim Higley)
When Kevin, Wallis, and Drew were younger, I used to have a “trick” I’d do for them when they had friends over to the house.
It was called the “whipped cream” trick.
And like most tricks all good dads do, there really was no trick involved. It was nothing more than pure silliness.
The trick involved a can of aerosol whipped cream. Every family with kids has one. It’s a metal canister with a long-necked plastic cap. It looks like a spaceship. And it has a flexible plastic nozzle. After you shake it up, you can squirt out the most fantastically frothy-luscious cream. We always seemed to have at least one can hanging out in our refrigerator.
The trick involved having the child lie on the ground as I dropped little bits of the whipped cream from the can into their mouth.
First from about six inches away. Then twelve inches.
And, of course, the higher the can rose above the children’s heads, the more likely the dollops of whipped cream were to land on their chins.
Or on their noses.
Or in their eyes.
All the while the child would laugh uncontrollably. As would all those who witnessed the trick.
Inevitably, everyone in attendance would beg to have a chance to participate.