Categories: uncategorized
Tags: kids
Date: 17 August 2008 13:22:27
My daughter insists on playing chess in an American accent. While I'm delighted she's taken up the game - you know, I prefer it to Smash the Barbies - I'm a little rattled by the elaborate relationships she projects onto the pieces. Today she refused to move her rook because she said he was still sulking. Apparently the pawn I'd captured had been his best friend, not to mention his cousin. It all made sense then - well, you wouldn't want to keep playing, would you, not if your pal had been sent off in the opening minutes. I suggested that he could go and visit his friend in prison, so they could still chat, and perhaps watch the rest of the game together, egging their side on. Or take a side each to add to the sense of fun. But she said the pawn was dead. They're like that, aren't they, the young folk today. Very dark. I blame Pingu.