I tried to teach the boys hopscotch, while we played in the evening outside. I thought it might interest them greatly since they tend to bore of sidewalk chalk and always want to visit the neighbors over and over. I was quite wrong about it holding their interest, however. They did not try much to learn to hop on one foot and I desperately wanted to get back to reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for the fifth or sixth time (which, I was disappointed to learn after I'd started it, is quite fruitless as the movie release has been pushed back until Summer 2009). I abandoned the attempt.
I then looked up to discover them inventing their own method of hopscotch, if not for hopping, at least for drawing.