My boyfriend's glee over this newly discovered propensity of mine was thus exploited in myriad ways, leading to such things as a cinnamon challenge and a column on farts and my wearing University of Kentucky garb into an office densely populated with those who bleed blue and gold.
I'd never given much thought to the double-dog business or why it held sway over me, or even what the words meant. It simply sounded cool and kind of tough and adorably alliterative. But Didier's most recent dare triggered a curiosity about the origins of the double-dog business, and it took less than a minute of research before I discovered the most interesting precept. Something I never knew. Something that upsets me greatly, as it would've changed the tenor of, and my enjoyment of, so many previous dares.
You see, according to the double-dog rules, the person making the dare must, upon completion of the dare, then meet the same requirements of the dare himself. That's the doubling of the dog. A triple-dog is when a third person wants in on the challenge, meaning they too have to complete the same action if the challenge is met.
Surely I'm not the only one who didn't know about this. I mean, think how much funnier that classic scene from "A Christmas Story" would've been if Schwartz, the boy who double-dogged Flick to put his tongue on the flagpole, would've had to follow dare protocol and thus freeze his tongue to the flagpole as well.
This new knowledge is a potential game-changer, one that actually has me looking forward to what he conjures up next. Even so, I hope that he, and my other wickedly creative family members, will consider that relative I mentioned earlier. How she knew if she abused it, she'd lose her gift.
The same applies to my dares. Use it too often, it'll go away.
That said, in order to complete the requirements of his last, one he seemed certain I wouldn't be able to do, I must end with the following words:
Go Big Blue.
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