I think this might only happen in a houseful of Star Wars crazed boybarians… where there just so happens to be a travel neck pillow lying about.
Yesterday I started reading Gulliver’s Travels to my three older boys. They liked it so much they made me read six chapters without stopping. We were most entertained by the (correction from earlier) *emperor’s grandfather’s* law which decreed that everyone must cut their eggs open at the small end or face severe punishment, thus instigating a revolution of the “big enders” who refused to cut their eggs any way other than at the big end. We also all held our right foot in our left hand, placed our middle finger of our right hand atop our head while touching the top of our right ear with our thumb and swearing allegiance to Emperor Golbasto Momaren Evlame Gurdilo Shefin Mully Ully Gue.
When my voice could go no longer, we put down the book and played Gulliver & The Lilliputians. Everyone had to have a turn at being Gulliver.