On a very wet day in France five years ago Mr K bought Yam at the campsite shop. We've loved it ever since!
Miss L and I played it for hours today. We have loads of family rules and customs and there is much shouting and singing!
When there's any chance of anyone getting Yam - five of a kind - we sing "Get a Yam, Get a Yam, Get a Yam, Yam, Yam" to the tune of the William Tell Overture before the second and/or third rolls. I have no idea why!
When you get a Yam you have to scream Yam!!!!!!!” at the top of your voice, making it last as long as possible! And throw your arms in the air. And everyone joins in.
Rather than trying to get a Petite Suite (1,2,3,4,5) or a Grande Suite (2,3,4,5,6) you have to let them "come to you". Because the Suites hate you and will thwart you at every turn.
There's the special Papa Roll which my dad introduced to proceedings a couple of years go when we were camping in Normandy. Very big dramatic arm movements.
Miss L likes to shake the dice in a special way and ask them nicely for what she needs.
A Brelan under twenty-five is a FAILURE!!!! This must be screamed at top volume!
There are more.
It's loud and ridiculous and it's ace!!!!!