The three of us gathered around the coffee table and divied up the cards. We took it slow so that we could teach The Nugget how to play the game and, frankly, to remind ourselves as I can't say how many years it has been since either of us has played it. In an unusual turn of events, however, it wasn't long before The Nugget had retreated to a chair to watch what was left of the video that was playing and The Mister and I found ourselves in a heated battle over Slap Jack. Seriously.
"You looked! You looked before you put your card down and now even if you win you know it's a lie!" I found myself shouting at one point.
"Cheater! You keep flipping your cards faster than I do. I can't see them before you've already slapped! Nugget, your father is a cheater."
The Nugget from her perch on the arm chair: "Cheater! Daddy, you're a cheater!"
The Mister: "Thanks a lot. That's just great. What a great thing to teach our daughter."
The Nugget, continuing her chant: "Daddy, you're a cheater. Cheater!"
All the while the cards continue flying fast and furious.
"Nugget, your father can't take a joke!" I exclaimed as I watched the look of
"Fine! We won't play then!" The Mister cried.
Ahhh, yes, good old fashioned family fun.