Almost bedtime. Would you rather:
A) read some of the robot books you got at the library,
or B) play memory game?
- Memory game.
Are you sure?
It's one or the other.
- I wanna play memory game,
It's the best, and I'm really good at it.
Just so we're clear: it's bedtime as soon as we're done playing one quick game, okay?
he said firmly.
FORTY MINUTES AND TWO GAMES LATER.
I am a bit disgruntled at the result, but it was a jolly fine match.
I'm really good at memory game.
Well...guess what happens now?
Huge smile, and he runs over to pick something up, fails terribly to hide it behind his back, then returns to stand in front of me:
- Okay, close your eyes, Daddy.
Uhh, what's going on? It's bedtime. Remember? We're not reading books now.
- But I got something for you! Close your eyes!
I close them.
- You can open them now!
I open them.
- See what I got you?! I got you some robot books at the library. I got them for you. I thought you would like them.
Thank you...it's actually -
- I thought you would like them, Daddy. They're for you to read. Here, I'll show them to you.
And plops himself in my lap, well after bedtime, again, AGAIN, as I sit there pondering yet another ignominious defeat by the masterful countermove of a tactical genius. But then I saw a really cool picture in the first book about the future of robotics and forgot what I was disgruntled about, so I'm fairly certain I won in the end.