On weekends my husband likes to get up with Jemma and let me sleep in... Usually they read together, or go out and get bagels for breakfast.
This morning, I woke up to find them playing. They were obviously having a wonderful time - there were "oooh"s and laughs of pure joy coming from the next room. And what they were playing was... poker.
Of course, it was a simplified version (they would each draw a card, and whoever had the highest would win what was in the pot.)
Scott says that all the professional poker players who are women talk about learning the game from their fathers...
So my daughter, who turns 4 tomorrow, now understands what a 'face card' is, and how to bet, and what it means to 'go all in'...
She loves stacking the chips, and she adores winning. But, like me, she may not be comfortable with having the other guy lose... When she had won all of her dad's chips, she said, "Papa, we can share them, okay?"
another thing under this category: "no. sleep. till. brooklynnn!"
ReplyDeletenot your typical children's music! (not your typical child)