We're a bad influence on children, me and Emma; we've taught a stupendously daft game to various young 'uns in our family.
It's called bum war, the name being a play on thumb war - and like that battle of opposable digits, our shenanigans begin with a declaration: "One, two, three, four! I declare a bum war!" (The original call was, "Bum war! It's a bum war!")
The two combatants, standing back-to-back and bending slightly at the waist, then attempt to push the each other over using only the power of their rumps. This involves much slamming together of arse cheeks, staggering and giggling.
It's a sort of buttocky sumo, which often ends in one or more people toppling over in worring proximity to sharply cornered or easily breakable objects/furniture.
Number of injuries so far: zero.
Potential for injuries in the future: massive.
