Everything this child touches turns to gold. He is smart, funny, athletic, and has tons of friends. He is also one of these people that instinctively understands how to play a game he has been introduced to mere moments before.
I made the mistake of allowing him to sign up for his school chess club several weeks ago. Ever since that time, all I hear is, “Mom, let’s play a quick game of chess!”And it is a quick game, since I find myself in check mate in a matter of 10 minutes, sometimes less.
But he was not going to win at checkers. No. Checkers was mine.I taught him the basics and of course he beat me. Twice. But then something kicked in, some sort of primal need for redemption, and that was it. He was half my size and one quarter of my age. I could take him.
My guys got across the board in record time. “King me!” I cried out, with an inappropriate amount of glee.Next thing you know, I had Tall’s two remaining pieces backed into a corner. I tried not to laugh a wicked little laugh, but I couldn’t help it. I had not won a game against this child since that time he had the flu when he was three and he was just not up for Monopoly that day.
Tall saw that he had no way out. He abruptly stood up and intentionally upended the board, with all the pieces splattering across the table and the floor.I guess he gets his good sportsmanship from me.