O.K., is it just me that didn’t know about Munk Dunk? We were driving to a sheep farm with my nephew, my niece and our family of five in the van. They randomly started calling out the words “Munk Dunk” and I finally asked what in the world was up. Well, it’s the latest version of Slug Bug without the punching part however, you yell “Munk Dunk” when you see a yellow car/truck/train/motorcycle/Popsicle man/scooter, etc.
So the drive was going along relatively peacefully with a few Munk Dunks here and there, as I was reading an historical novel in the passenger seat, when pandemonium broke out in the back of the van. All five kids were screaming “Munk Dunk” as loud and as many times as they could. Completely unacceptable, in my motherly opinion. I looked up from my book to see that we were passing a parking lot of yellow work trucks. Too funny. It looked something like this, only times 10.
I think it is a Canadian game, but we played Padiddle when we were in college and all the way up until yesterday. You can only play it at night, but the gist is that when you see a car with only one headlight working, you hit the ceiling with one hand and holler “Padiddle.” My life Paddiddles is 206. Not bad for 18 years. If it turns out to be a motorcycle, you minus one point. Oh the fun never stops. :o)
Tags: car games, driving with kids, fun, mom, mother, Munk Dunk, Padiddle, raising boys, Slug Bug, traveling with children
My Sister's Jar 
September 23, 2008 at 12:21 pm |
I still have bruises from “Slug Bug”!
September 23, 2008 at 1:48 pm |
Your game of Padiddle sounds like an off-shoot of a game we played way back in the thirties and fourties, but not nearly as much fun. One other difference was that it was played when a couple were in the car. Now remember. way back then a car with one headlight out was much more common than the years you apparently played. When a car was spotted with one light out, POPEYE was yelled out by the first person to spot the one-eyed auto. If the gal called out popeye first, she got to slap the fellow. If the fellow spotted the one-eyed auto, he got to KISS the gal. My dear wife just said that she thinks that was the way I got my first kiss. Married 60 + years with many kisses since. 206 kisses is a whole lot better than hitting the ceiling of the car 206 times.
September 23, 2008 at 11:03 pm |
We played padiddle in high school. Me, Jerry & John!!
September 24, 2008 at 12:20 pm |
In Canada it’s “perdittle”. And I think that’s my “Grumps” up there. Never heard of Munk Dunk. Please don’t teach my kids.
September 25, 2008 at 1:36 pm |
In wee little ole Flagstaff, we would call Padiddle, Popeye!