I digress though.
I don't really love playing games all that much. A complicated and intense board game full of strategy? No thanks. I am OK with a card game, if it's fast. I don't have patience for much else.
Except Boggle. It's my one talent. I don't think Adam has ever beat me at Boggle. He kindly offers to play when he thinks I need cheering. Over the last several days, we had Boggle out on the table and played intermittently. (It's an advantage of having a big kitchen table and not many people home.) Adam scored higher than me a few rounds but I soundly beat him in the end, just like always.
Why isn't Boggle an Olympic sport?
I also played (and outscored) Emma.
She's dangerous though. I'm not sure I'll always beat her.
Adam and I were playing on Saturday afternoon. Emma took a break from her reading and sat down at the table. (She's been doing her self inflicted Harry Potter marathon again which is sort of crazy--she read over 1000 pages on Saturday alone. Why does she do this? No one knows.) Emma watched us for a few minutes and then started writing words down on a piece of paper.
She got a whole bunch of words neither Adam or I saw.
|She found jot and tittle in this. I don't know what to think about having someone better at Boggle than me in the family. She'd better stick to her reading...|
We refused to acknowledge the words she had in common with ours.
Then she decided to go back to her reading. (I can't imagine why.)