Funnily enough, I wrote about my efforts to play I-Spy with my children on long car journeys in The Spectator three months ago. You can read the full piece here, but here's an extract:
Sasha, our six-year-old, is pathologically competitive. When it’s her turn, which it is at least 50 per cent of the time, she’ll always come up with something fiendishly complicated such as “I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘r-h-t’.” That is to say, three words rather than one. After five minutes, when nobody’s managed to guess it, she’ll say, “D’you give up?” “Certainly not,” I’ll say, even though I know it’s hopeless. Finally, after exhausting every possibility, I’ll reluctantly concede defeat. “Right hand turn,” she’ll say, quickly followed by, “Okay, my turn again.” (To read more, click here.)
