Posts Tagged ‘Games’

Not When You Say It Out Loud, No

January 4, 2019

Last night we were playing Yahtzee and L’s Mother had one more roll of the die to complete her Yahtzee attempt, so she was talking to the die.(1)

“If you come through as a two, I will totally do the Yahtzee thing(2), I swear!” she told it.  “Come on, it’ll be funny!”  Evidently though, the die thought of something funnier, because she rolled a five.

Not to be outdone, however, L’s Mother promptly thrust her fist into the air and cried “Not-zee!”.

Around horrified laughter (hers and ours) she finally managed to gasp “That’s! Not! Right!”

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(1)  It’s something a lot of Yahtzee players do, so it’s only moderately weird.

(2) Meaning, for those who don’t know, a triumphant fist being raised into the air accompanied by a cry of “Yahtzee!”.

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Even Stranger Days

July 9, 2018

Nothing in this life or any other has prepared me for my son’s current obsession with Super Mario Bros. . . . and he’s never even played the game!

(And I remember when I thought the Doctor Who resurgence was strange.)

And There’s No Need To Even Pass Go

February 1, 2018

Today I read that they’re releasing a “cheaters edition” of Monopoly.

I don’t know about you, but in my experience you can save your money and just play the standard edition with the people you usually play with.

Because Sometimes It’s Five Minutes Till Bedtime

January 9, 2018

A couple of months back my son developed an interest in chess, and since then he and I have played many, many games of chess.  Never having been an avid chess player myself, it’s been a learning experience for me as well.

One of the most surprising things I’ve learned is that sometimes it’s trickier to lose a game than it is to win one.

And If You Don’t Know What I Was About To Say . . . GOOD!

May 11, 2017

This morning my son, giggling his head off, burst into my room.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“I’m knocking on my mom’s door, then running away before she can see me there,” he answered.

“Ah,” I said.  “That game.  When I was a kid they used to call it n–”  I stopped myself abruptly.

“Man, I had a messed up childhood,” I announced to no one in particular.