This morning at Target (picked up some Christmas gifts for Hubby), The Princess asked if she could get something from their Dollar Spot. While I hate dollar stores tremendously, we do like the Dollar Spot at Target – especially since I heart bribing my children into behaving. So, I said, Suuuuuuuuuuure.
She picked a deck of Hello Kitty cards.
The little fact that she failed to consider in this purchase is – she knows NO card games. And, as people who know me can attest, I don’t really either (aside from Go Fish). I don’t play poker, I don’t play any of those games. I think I’m the only person to have attended college in the midwest without learning euchre (though several people tried and failed to teach me). I hate card games. This is most definitely Hubby’s arena.
Meanwhile, The Princess is so desperate to play with her new cards, she is making up games. Yes. And the joyous thing about kids making up any kind of game is that the rules are ever changing, lack logic, and the kid almost always wins. Except The Princess could tell I was not feeling it, and kept assuring me how easy her game was. I would put a random card down, and she’d nod at me, “VERY tricky, mom….” or “You’re REALLY getting it!” And I won. Imagine that. And because I won, we had to play again, because obviously, I really understand it.
In fact, as I type, she’s talking and talking and talking and talking – telling me the rules of her game… I think the cards may have to disappear until Hubby can get home or I’m going to go nuts.