When my daughter and I arrived at my parents' house, we discovered that my mother had hung a magnetic dart board up in the kitchen. For a while it was a great source of amusement for my daughter and her two younger cousins. Then the novelty wore off, and when I heard one of the kids yell, "Okay, this time whoever manages to break the oven is the winner!" I knew that playtime was over.
Well, not completely. Here's the dart game I drew up for my daughter. I dub it: Magic: the Dartening.
See if you can guess my favorite bit! (Hint: it has to do with poop.)