Recently, Muzzy and Oso taught their darling grandchildren the Slugbug Game. Yep, the same people who used to light up my and my sister’s hineys for slugging each other just taught their grandchildren to play a game historically known for its celebration of violence. (If you are unfamiliar with this game, in the original version, should you spot a Volkswagon Bug car, you shout out "slugbug!" and hit or "slug" whomever you are with. It's great family fun and a perfect example of Americana. Or something like that.) In an effort to minimize the odds of Jake or Emma being kicked out of school for fighting, we’ve modified the game to just calling out “Slugbug!” and the color. Emma, pretty girl that she is, claims every slugbug that everyone else sees as her own. Jake has decided that spotting slugbugs should be a team sport – and whomever is ahead is automatically on his team. This all seems harmless enough, but for the fact that El Hu
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