There's A Reason They're Called Die

My dad and Tina came over for dinner on Wednesday. It was the loveliest dinner party ever - they brought the food! We all ate until we were stuffed and the kids were adorable. When I put Matilda to bed my dad said that they were going to leave. They didn't want to get in the way of bedtime.

"But Matilda is already asleep!" I protested. "And Eric really wants to play Yahtzee."

Those poor, kind people. They'd never played a game with us before. They happily agreed to stay and play.

We were about four rolls into the game when the trash-talking started. Eric and I are big fans of psychological warfare where board games are concerned. We gave exaggerated sighs of sympathy to bad rolls and openly mocked everyone else's scores. I even knocked my dad's pen across the table just to reiterate that I was a bully.

Dad and Tina remarked politely that they had never played a game of Yahtzee quite like ours before. They ended up getting the two highest scores of the night. There is a lesson there somewhere that I am choosing to ignore.

Next time - Battleship!