Playing a game at our house is a bit of an oxymoron.
Because playing indicates doing something for amusement or recreation.
Which is actually, with good intentions, what we always start out doing.
When The Grunter got off work early Saturday night we broke out Scrabble for a healthy game of word fun.
Scary Baby partnered up with Daddy for a little while. But Daddy tends to get grouchy as the board fills up and he ends up with no vowels and all consonants.
And has to skip a turn and forfeit a scoring turn to trade in a few tiles.
That becomes the pivotal moment where he falls behind.
More grouchiness ensues.
Thankfully Scary Baby falls asleep.
So she doesn’t have to witness what happens when The Grunter beats him by 3 points and Mom forges ahead to beat them both…
I had to unwad the tiny ball that was the scoresheet.
He threw it at us just as you would expect a grown man to do when having fun and “playing a game” with his family.
We are marvelous role models for our children. We try to alternate our mature grownup behavior so the kids can witness how to have fun every single day.
No wonder The Grunter’s girlfriend quietly observed that she didn’t think she wanted to play Scrabble with us. A bit too intense and we do keep score.
Does your family play board games? Is it fun and games or cutthroat competition?