Kackel Dackel has arrived!

I blogged last month about Kackel Dackel, the game that involves the dog that poos.  It turns out my lovely brother bought it for Miss L for Christmas.   For some reason you can't get it in the UK, so he had to order it from Dutch Amazon (maybe the Brits are too prudish?)

Basically you feed Kackel Dacekl a ball of playdough, take it in turns to roll the dice to see how many times to pump the lead, and if you are really lucky he poos and you collect it in your shovel.  The winner is the first to collect three poos on their shovel.

It had the whole family in stitches.  This is when we had calmed down a bit, but at least you get to hear the glorious sound effects.



Sorry to lower the tone.  It's so wrong, but I can't tell you how much I needed a laugh like this.

A dog is for life not just for Christmas, unless... its Kackel Dackel

My brother just put this on my facebook wall, asking if I wanted one for Christmas.  I am not sure if he meant me or the kids.  It definitely appeals to the sense of humour me and my brother share(d) as kids.  But I can see my kids would love it too.  Today has been a tough one, this made me really properly chuckle. 



I have such fond memories of growing up with my brother and toilet humour.  We giggled for a whole week about biscuits called 'Bums' on a holiday in Denmark. Now we're debating whether its better in German or Dutch (this is great, I feel 7 years old again).  What do you reckon?