We played a little Chutes and Ladders tonight and Findley’s heritage is starting to come through. I bet that he is the only kindergardener who understands the point spread in football. He has been making weekly picks in his dad’s pool all season, and even managed to take third place out of over twenty participants. Too bad he won’t share his winnings.
He’s started asking to play cribbage and I am starting to have trouble sleeping at night. Playing cards is not my idea of a good time. I lean more toward the word association and mindless trivia types of games. I can clean house at those. But with card games I’d rather watch from the sidelines. He gets that gene from his dad’s side. Aunt Laura is coming to visit this weekend and maybe she can teach this young pup some how to take a few tricks.
But back to the game at hand – Bronwyn joined us for the first few rounds, but quickly got bored, took her player and left for more interesting options… A girl after my own heart.
With Chutes and Ladders it all comes down to chance. Findley was in the lead for most of the game, getting a few lucky spins right out of the gate. He managed to maintain his lead for most of the game too. That is, until I spun a lucky four…
I’m not ashamed to say that I do love the sweet smell of victory, regardless of how small the prize.