I didn't realize how bad I sucked at cards until my six year old clued me in that Go Fish is not as elementary as I had thought.
Cameron and I play every night, and every night I stare in bewilderment as he smugly lays down his winning Book. I have to admit, I severely underestimated his ability to play the game without me "cheating" on his behalf.
Each night I come home from work, he patiently waits until I'm done with my homework. Well, maybe not completely patient; he tends to hover over me as I work on my laptop, asking "Are you done now?", while holding his deck of Lightning McQueen cards in his hands.
I end up saving my place in my work and closing my laptop as I say, "IT'S ON!". His smile spreads across his face displaying two missing bottom teeth, as he moves my books and stacks them neatly out of the way. He hands me the cards and says, "Seven each. "Remember Mommy, TWO hands - and that's it".
His little hands are not quite capable of spreading the cards into a fan, so he lays them neatly in rows on the table in front of him. "Don't look Mommy, that's cheating." "I know, Cam. I won't peek."
The two hands usually turn into five as I try to redeem myself from a total shut-out. Our last hand he wins (again) with his NINE books to my one. Despicable.
I don't mind being subjected to the "Loser" dance each night; it's all worth it just to have a few moments away from the demands of my nightly school work.
