I am enormously blessed to have a close-knit relationship with my 15 year old, and yes, I know what a gift that is! To have a 15 year old who wants to spend time with good ol' mom is a wonderful, joyful thing. Normally, she's all about playing Legend of Zelda or Guitar Hero to unwind, but this afternoon, I had the treat of an opportunity to be gaming with her, and gaming unplugged. Alice had me dig out a deck of cards and we went old school. Today's itinerary was crazy 8's.
It had been a lonnnng time since we played this but I soon realized that my little card shark wasn't so little anymore, but just as hardcore, with the same predictable results for me. Alice is uncanny in somehow knowing just the right suit to call out to make me draw cards, every game. When it comes to cards, diamonds are NOT my best friend at all! It was GAME ON as soon as we dealt the first cards. Before I could blink, she had already won 5 games to my one. Alice has a knack for drawing the 8's and has a good memory for remembering not only what suits have been played, but how many of them. Even recalling what I've played and therefore unlikely to still have in my hand! One of the early games, I drew an 8 after way too many other cards. I actually thought I had a chance to make her draw cards, which from what you can see, I really needed to do since I had enough cards to fan myself. Of course, things didn't go the way I wanted it to. So what happens? I play my 8 on top of the 8 she played, which she then trumps with, you guessed it, another 8, which was also her last card, and she won. I mean, seriously?? It's a good thing this isn't baseball, because at this point, my batting average is bad enough to get me demoted back to A ball. I was foolish enough to complain about the unfairness of her hoarding the 8's in her hand, to which she retorted back "it's called strategy, Mom, and it's fair game." Uh huh. I see how it is.
At this point, my competitive streak (and maybe a little pride) kicked in and I declared to Alice that we needed to play enough games to let me close the gap and make things respectable. Alice proceeded to take out a little notebook and create a tally sheet to document the fun. Now the smack talk is in writing and I am trying to save face. I got lucky enough in the next game to get down to 2 cards, one being an 8. Surely, I've got her now, right? All I have to do is use the 8, call the suit and wait for her to let me play my last card. This played out in my head a lot better than for real, because Alice proceeded to lay down an 8 of her own, and BAM! Game over. Alice wins. Again.. Which brings to mind that there are warnings against pride all through the Scriptures. Humble pie time for mama bear. Time to regroup and re-strategize because that's what I do. Try again and again. Next game, I am in a similar spot, but then I think to myself, I can be clever and outsmart the girl. I lay down the 8 but call out a different suit than what I actually need. It was a gamble that only worked because she randomly had, wait for it. YUP. Yet another 8, and this time she played the suit I needed instead of what I called out. I yell out a little BOOYAH! and gloat until she tells me she could tell I was bluffing because I was too "happy" with the suit I named and I got lucky because she was tired. I guess she'll never take me to Vegas since my poker face apparently sucks.
I got lucky and did manage to narrow the gap to win a few games after all, but when all was said & done, we played 15 games and Alice remains the Crazy 8 queen in our house.