Um, chunk, not chink. on edit.
My dad was in the military, so we moved a lot, but even when we weren't moving my parents didn't stay home much if they could help it. We played "that's my house" and occasionally "I spy," but we also had this game where one of us started a story and then passed it on to the next person. That game could last a long time. Of course I also played the "stare out the window game", and "fight with my brother and sister game." It's funny when I think about it now- we always had a car full of kids and pets and many times luggage, so stuffed in the car that sometimes I couldn't even sit, I had to lie on top of stuff. Dad would play the "get lost in the middle of nowhere game," or the "OOPS! almost going over the side of the mountain game," which scared me. Once, in California in mid October, he played the "running out of gas in the first blizzard of the season in the mountains when none of us had coats" game. We were moving from South Carolina to Hawaii, and we drove to California with suitcases packed for Hawaii, never thinking it would be so cold in parts of California. We should have figured it out when we were so cold at the Grand Canyon, but oh well.
Oh and one game my dad hated was the "clean up after pet accidents" game. We had one dog who was car sick every time we took him in the car, but we couldn't leave him at home so a clean up job it was. Then there was the time our cat crawled underneath dad's feet when he was driving and she had diarrhea- dad was not amused.
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