Candyland

So, I got the ice cream card when we were playing Candyland. I didn't realize that the rules say that it is ok for Lucas to get the ice cream, but not for mommy to. Lucas shrieked, "You're not playing 'dair.' That's not what the rules say. I know better than you." With authority, he put the ice cream card back into the pile and moved my man way back to his previous square. Four -year-old logic just kills me.

I have to commend myself on my poker face during Lucas's rant. On the surface, I appeared cool & calm. On the inside I was (a) dying laughing and (b) balancing grace and justice to come up with a positive solution since Lucas was not changing his stance.

In the end we decided that we would start the game over. This time, no matter who got the ice cream, it was legit. Lucas agreed. And about a third of the way into the game, I got the ice cream card again. Lucas's waivering was almost unnoticeable before he graciously smiled and took the next card. Gingerbread man - ouch, like salt in the wound. He crumpled into a ball of tears. But he recovered, and even won the next one. Funny, he used to be distraught when HE got the ice cream because it meant we were closer to the end of the game.