Thursday, November 30, 2006
Card game anyone?
Our oldest granddaughter, nearly 11 now, is at “that” age. She wants to play games with the grown-ups! No more Chutes & Ladders for her!
Her mother and I decided that the time had come — we couldn’t find any more excuses to not play cards with her anymore.
So, over the Thanksgiving holiday, we tried to teach her how to play Rook (that’s about my favorite card game, along with Spades, which is close enough not to confuse me).
Notice I said “tried.” You can’t teach a nearly 11-year-old anything! They already know it all!
Friday night, Binky nearly killed her mother (who was her partner — I’m not that crazy yet!).
Every time she’d do something dumb or lose points and her mother would become hostile, Binky would look at her and say, “Mom, it’s only a card game.”
By Saturday night, Binky had gotten considerably better. She’d learned to deal the cards and even how to count the score accurately. She and her mom still lost to me and Uncle Kris, but she was better.
Saturday night made me decide that maybe we didn’t even want to play with her anymore. I’m sure Uncle Kris feels the same way!
She’d about gotten the idea of bidding and scoring and that you had to play the same color. She was learning to use the Rook card and the Red 1. (I know that’s not standard, but my dad and I played with the Red 1 and so did my in-laws after I married, so that’s the only way I like to play.)
Saturday night, we’re tootling along, with our Rotel and chips — we won’t let Binky have her favorite snack item while we play cards — she loves pomegranates, but I don’t want that juice staining the cards and everything else around us.
Binky bid several times and actually made her bid most of the time. In fact, for the first time, she and her mother were winning.
The last hand (fortunately for her!) was what did all of us in.
She wouldn’t bid! Nothing! That was so unusual, as her mom normally had to force her not to bid.
But we poor unsuspecting grownups who were playing with her just played on, like nothing was strange.
The Rook and/or Red 1 kept not showing up. And not showing up. We knew Binky didn’t have them, she’d have either giggled a lot or played them.
Then, the last two hands of the round and the game — this was going to decide everything.
It wasn’t even the Binkster’s turn to play — but she laughed triumphantly and laid out her last cards crowing — “It doesn’t matter!”
She slapped the Rook and the Red 1 down and took quite a bit of count from everyone.
Uncle Kris and I lost the hand and the game.
But we’ve gained a card shark!
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