WARNING, this post is not for the squeamish, faint of heart please move along, go read Dooce.
It was, it was, it was all fun and games. It was Jenga, followed by Blokus, then Othello, then Uno and finally gin rummy ( my choice, last of course).
Where was Kev you ask? He missed the first few Jenga games, turns out he doesn’t always play well with others. He rallied though and joined us for the other games without a hitch.
His day hadn’t started well. The minute I got up he asked if he could have some mercury for Xmas. I really could have done better by just suggesting we talk about it a little nearer the time, as it is only Feb, but I hadn’t had my coffee so I just said “No’ out of hand and thus the tone of the day was set. He spent much of the day reliving and verbalising a catalogue of sleights, both real and imagined.
Games over, and me having lost at all but one measly round of Gin Rummy, the boys loving father took them out for haircuts.
Doris offered to help with dinner, rolled up her sleeves and set to making coleslaw.
It didn’t end well.
She said, ” you gotta put this one your blog Mum.”
As per my daughter’s wishes.
And still she smiles, I love this kid!