Family devotions in our household were a strange affair. We tried to mix it up with nonstandard evangelical devotions, such as driving up the mountain to pray over the city, skits, or wild dances. I recollected today a particular low point - low for me, that is. It was a high point for the children. We did Bible charades, and Dad had to act this one out. "Axe" was fairly straightforward, but "opossums" took some time, and the boys were in rolling hysterics over Dad miming three syllables...Tails, hanging by...small animal...furry animal. I was wild-eyed and furious by the end, certain that my stupid children were simply not THINKING. The AXE of the OPOSSUMS (dammit!). They were too busy laughing.
I concluded a few days later that they must have actually guessed it but found sending their father into a frenzy worth playing dumb for.
I am absolutely certain of that now.