Yep, I let him cheat. To be honest, I was a little surprised that Andrew was even willing to sit down and play with Lexie and me in the first place. I should have known he wouldn’t bend to the rules of Scrabble. He tried to get away with proper names and abbreviations at first, and then finally he just started making things up.
Fine, I said. If you can use “quirt” in a poem or story, then it counts. So he did and of course it involved his younger brother getting attacked by a quirt. Or was he the quirt? I forget.
I wonder if Lewis Carroll’s mother had to go through this. “Frabjous is a word, Mummy. For reals.”
Tim had better luck in the puzzle department. We started the puzzle tradition a few years ago to give us something to do on January weekends and evenings when it’s too cold or dark to go outside. Before we put the furniture back in place after taking the tree down, we set up a card table and put out a 1,000-piece puzzle.
Tim can spend hours working on the puzzle, but the rest of us wander in and out, adding a piece here and there. I think last year’s puzzle took nearly the entire month to do, but this one is going very quickly. So Tim bought a couple more when he was at the calendar store yesterday. (I completely forgot to buy a new calendar, but the upside is that it—and the puzzles—were 50 percent off.)
How about you? How do you while away these long winter days and nights?