I really, really like board games.
One of my sweetest memories from childhood is that of playing Monopoly with my parents. Both of them, together. Because they were still married. And we were a family. I also cherish the memories of playing Sorry! with my mom. And card games - oh, the card games.... Speed and Russian Bank were my favorites. I do remember my mom teaching me Crazy Eights, which seemed easy and sorta fun.
I own 21 decks of cards - all the variations of canasta I play require a good 10 decks. The rest are extras for playing Nerts, a gangland style of Solitaire. It's pretty hardcore, folks. When I see new packs of cards at garage sales, I cannot resist. It is not a problem. Yet.
This is my favorite set of cards - they are good, quality cards and have ruined me for cheap cards. I have had these cards forever, they were a present from my Aunt Blenda.
I told Arun the other day that I think he is finally ready for Crazy Eights. He can already play Uno and they are essentially the same game anyway. He is SO excited to play with the beautiful deck of cards that are normally forbidden to him.
We started playing Monopoly Jr. over the weekend. Simple strategy, addition, subtraction and multiplication. And the games are quick - about 30 minutes a piece. What's not to love about that?
Well, I suppose losing is not fun.
Yes, winning is infinitely more fun.
Let's move on to the game of Sorry! Basically like Parcheesi, but easier.
More American, less Indian?
Gentle Reader, I'm in heaven here. We have also started playing Blokus, which is AWESOME. I am ready to dig out Payday next. And! I cannot wait to bust out the cribbage board. Or show him my gorgeous, hand-made backgammon board with Bakelite pieces.
Hurry up little boy. Hurry up.
Well, maybe you should not grow up too much. Once you head to college, who will play games with me?