The games he played were how my husband showed me his true self, not long after we first met. But unlike most people, these were games I could live with. Card games, board games, imaginary games (despite being Jewish, he makes a first-rate pharaoh to my daughter’s delight), you name it. As a mother, I’d played many pretend games and for-kids-only games, of course, but he brought family gaming into our lives on a daily basis.
He doesn’t mind losing to me at Scrabble or Quiddler, although he might mind me posting about it here. He’s turned our daughter into a card shark to the point that her choice for “Show and Tell” this month was to bring him in and teach her class to play 500 Rummy, and our retirement strategy might just involve teaching her to count cards. He has our son designing complex game boards to make his own games, and anyone who sits at the dining room table for more than three minutes is subjected to a plea for Monopoly or Risk.
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