Last Sunday Nate asked me to play Phase 10 with him. It started out as a nice way to wile away a lazy afternoon. It didn’t take long before he was kicking my butt. Which for him turns into victory humming, and singing, and mid game victory dances.
And I certainly didn’t let this go unchecked. I joined in with my own completely obnoxious and all in good fun trash talking! What’s a card game without some trash talking, right? It got very interesting though when this boy –
who seemed to be minding his own business (reading the survival handbook) caught a whiff of Nate’s pre-emptive celebrating. Now Everett wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to bring Nate down a peg, so he asked if he could play too. I tell him sure, love to have him. This immediately put Nate on the defensive and had him grumbling under his breath. So we played another round, which Everett ended up winning, and that’s when the chemistry between those too positively became combustible. Everett was in hog heaven knowing he’d gotten under Nate’s skin. Nate pouted and even started to sniffle a little. Whereupon I did my finger wagging and lecturing about how if they didn’t knock it off the game would be over. It was a doomed game from that point on. Nate ended up having to go to his room, and Everett had to hear me tell him for the 300th time to stop antogonizing his little brother.
Sibling chemistry, and the mom caught in the middle. Paybacks are hell, my brother and I put a hole in a bathroom door, and he broke my retainer once when he punched me in the mouth. (now you know the truth mom and dad about what happened to my retainer) How’s your family chemistry?
p.s. there’s still time to sign up for the giveaway! don’t be shy!