Board games are an activity steeped in nostalgia.
I remember playing marathon Cribbage games with my mom at the age of 6, running to my dad every hand so he could tell me what to discard. I remember playing Rumoli with my whole family during two-day rural power outages. I remember playing Scrabble with my mom while drinking a Caesar (for non-Canadians, a Caesar is the lesser-known but more likeable cousin of the Bloody Mary).
This summer has been the time when I’ve tried to create some board game memories with my 6-year-old twins. Here are a few examples:
Crazy Eights
: Once I read the 243 versions of rules available on the internet, we started playing. It went well until I won three games in a row. We haven’t played since.
: Once I read the 243 versions of rules available on the internet, we started playing. It went well until I won three games in a row. We haven’t played since.
There's a reason the word "crazy" is in the title
Trouble
: My son is incapable of playing this without cheating or throwing pieces or popping the dice bubble so hard the pieces fly.
: My son is incapable of playing this without cheating or throwing pieces or popping the dice bubble so hard the pieces fly.Checkers
: My daughter had a first rate meltdown when her dad crowned his third king. She has to win. At everything. My husband remarked, “Now I know how Michael Jordan’s parents felt.”
: My daughter had a first rate meltdown when her dad crowned his third king. She has to win. At everything. My husband remarked, “Now I know how Michael Jordan’s parents felt.”Clue Junior
: What follows is the chain reaction that ended tonight’s game.
: What follows is the chain reaction that ended tonight’s game.Vivian: “I made a mistake! I get to go again! It’s not fair! I didn’t mean to!” [tears welling up]
William: “If she goes again, she’s cheating!” [throws dice]
Me: “Let’s stop and call it a tie.” [picking up pieces, including the dice in the adjacent room]
William: “I never win! No one loves me!” [exit to weep on staircase]
Vivian: “Let’s sell this game.” [steps over brother, stomps upstairs, slams door]
Vivian’s idea is one possibility: let’s sell all the games. Another one is alcohol: now I know why my mom always drank while playing games with us.
Wow, its too bad it always has to turn out this way. I remember playing board games with my family, my dad would mercilessly crush us at monopoly. In fact, as the youngest, I don't think I ever won but I can't remember if I ever threw any fits...I seem to have blocked that part of family fun night out of my memory. Great post!
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