For some reason, Mr. P has become fascinated with playing cards. We mostly play War and Go Fish.
He usually kicks my ass at War, but we're a bit more evenly matched at Go Fish.
Isn't that sad, what I just said? That I can barely hold my own against a five year old?
Actually he has been on a big "game" kick lately, which includes begging me to drag out all of his board games. There is a really annoying one that (surprise!) my mom bought, called The Allowance Game and while I value the lessons it teaches of monetary values and the virtues of saving, it's one big snooze for me all the way through. And of course, it takes a very long time to play.
I never remembered playing games with either of my parents, I guess that's what my sister was for, although I don't really remember playing any with her either. There is nothing a ten year old wants to do less than play a board game with her five year old sister.
But on the games that consist more of luck than skill, Mr. P has shown himself to be quite lucky indeed.
We're gonna hold off on teaching him poker, though. You know, maybe when he's six or so we'll tell him how he can con all of his kindergarten buddies out of their candy. Cheating at poker is a family tradition, one that needs to be passed down from generation to generation. I mean, we have to leave him some sort of legacy, don't we?