Tonight I practiced one of my favourite methods of nurturing my children, date night with one of them. My son and I went to McDonald's to try the new Oreo pie (he is an Oreo nut) and then brought it home to our empty house and played a game of Risk. I was doing very well, which brought out his puppy eyes as he received the game for Christmas but has never won. Looking at those eyes and debating which move to make, I chose the more compassionate one. Bad move! He proceeded to make me eat crow and stomped me out within about three or four turns!
Still, I joy in the laughter and fun we had together, and winning will make him more willing to play again next time! Monopoly anyone?
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