“Can you play this game with your sister?” I called out to Master11 this morning.
Miss7 had been hounding me to come and play a game on Studyladder with her. Wonderful, because it forms part of her homeschooling curriculum and she’s voluntarily wanting to do it, but I simply didn’t have the time right then. Roping in her big brother, who I knew was looking to score some points and hopefully win back time on his phone, seemed like the perfect win-win.
All I had to do was convince them.
“Noooo!” Miss7 protested. “He’ll beat me.”
Apparently, part of the fun with Addition Battle is when you get a question right you shoot a paintball out of a cannon at your opponent’s castle and another part of the fun was when your opponent get an answer wrong their paintball lands in the ocean.
“No, he won’t,” I told Miss7. Then it occurred to me I was speaking to the wrong person. “No, you won’t,” I warned Master11.
“Dad,” he complained, “it’s basic maths. How am I supposed to lose?”
“Use your brain,” I said. “Or better still, don’t.”
“I don’t want to play a game I have to get all the questions wrong. That’s boring.”
“Well get half of them wrong,” I suggested, and rolled over to focus on my own priorities – not getting out of bed until Tracey came back from taking our other three children to the toilet.
I’m not entirely sure how long I managed to squeeze in, but I know I went back to sleep because I didn’t notice Miss7 climbing up into our top bunk queen bed, Cloudland, and cupping her hands around my ear until she started yelling.
“Dad, he’s cheating!” said Miss7 with the full and enthusiastic lungs of a marooned sailer spotting a ship skipping past his lonely island home. “He’s using more than half his brain!”
“Don’t blame your father,” Tracey called out to Miss7 from the front of the bus – she and the other girls had just arrived back. “He sure doesn’t get that from him.”
Raising a family on little more than laughs
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