Monday, August 28, 2006
Parents also used games. Dad had me playing poker with his friends while Mom was at work (Dad worked nights, and no, it wasn't as bad as this but I did get the occasional swig of a PBR) as well as cribbage. From this I believe I knew how to add any two digit numbers by the time I was six. And I still fancy myself a pretty good Scrabble player, though I'm told I'm too competitive so the family won't play with me. There were very few board games at the house except for Scrabble and Risk until I discovered Avalon-Hill warboarding.
So as I came back from the Cities today I look in the rear view mirror to see Littlest reading The Two Towers. And I think I read it about that same age. And I think she won't be stumped by 'derelict', 'brevity' or 'pith'. It was nothing special I did other than say she could watch the movies only after reading the books.
By the way, she's quite good at cribbage, and we are available to kick your butt in doubles, any time. It'll be good practice.
(h/t: Reader jw.)