"Classic"

I taught the boys, Billy included, how to play the game "Spoons" last night. After playing it at the Ladies Retreat, and nearly having to take a trip to the hospital (okay, slight exaggeration, but they did have to separate me and Laurisa), I thought it would be a good idea to teach the boys for our family game night. Not exactly sure why I thought this was a good idea, since this game usually gets pretty ugly, but hey, I guess we could learn a bit of sportsmanship. Besides, if I have to play one more game of "Sorry!" on a Thursday night..... ughh.

It was getting late and we decided to speed things up a bit by eliminating immediately the one who didn't get the spoon on that round. Zane went out first (followed by a quick nagging... err, lesson of the difference of good and bad sportsmanship), then Billy (who of course teased Zane by crying just as loud as he did), and so then it was up to me and Riley (7). One spoon between us, the first one to get four of a kind wins. Riley's really excited at this point, so he says in this totally mature tone of voice, like he knows exactly what he's talking about, "This is going to be CLASSIC!" Can ya'll hear the tone I'm talkin' about? Followed up quickly, almost under his breath, by saying, "Whatever that means."

Classic.

In the end, Riley ended up winning by getting 4 Aces and snagging the last spoon. If I wasn't so competitive, I'd be proud of him.

Side note: I guess Zane got out of bed later, too, to come ask Billy, "So what does 'classic' mean?"