Our family loves to play games. Logan's most recent desire is to learn how to pay chess. I think this comes from the award ceremony the last day of Kindergarten. There was only one kindergartener that was in the chess club this year. Usually they don't allow them on the team, but the boy showed he could play, so they let him.
Genetically enhanced (cursed) by his father at birth, Logan shows glimpses of my competitiveness. We made flashcards to help him remember the moves and we are on a two to three game a day pace toward his rank of Grand Champion of the house. To his credit, he is getting better.
One game we are not allowed to play in the house is Monopoly. Really, I have no cosmic control over the dice, forcing my opponents to land on properties more overdeveloped than most subdivisions? Sometimes it's better to leave certain games in the box, than to try stuffing them back in like Pandora's.
When we make "winning" the whole point of existence (conversations, relationships, driving, teeth brushing), many times we find ourselves the losers. So Monoploy collects dust in the closet, while we work out the finer points of "how come this horse can't move straight."
Have a great weekend everybody!
Oh, and if I ever broke one of your dice in half, I'm sorry. Changed man, really. smiles.