It started when Becca got bored. Fellers, when Becca is bored, my advice is to look out, because things get a little interesting. For some reason, I became her target of choice, and she came to me asking if I would do something with her.
First it was “Can you paint my fingernails for me?”
Ok, sure. So I painted her fingernails. If you’ve never had the honor/misfortune to paint her nails for her, you’re missing out. She’s very precise about what color she wants where, on what fingernail, and in what order.
Then it was, “Will you play Battleship with me?”
O-kay…sure. How long can a little old game of Battleship take?
It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to play the game, because she did. The problem was she’d hit one of my ships, and then decide to shoot somewhere else before she sunk it. It took a lot of persuasion to convince her she had to shoot all my ships before she could win—I think she was planning on changing the rules on me before the end.
It also took her longer to find the co-ordinates for the place she wanted to shoot, or where I had shot so she could tell me if I had hit or missed.
|A little brotherly advice from Nah.|
|"C is a circle with a hole." That one right there.|
I can’t remember who won. I think she did. Becca always wins.
After Battleship, I thought (for some ridiculous and completely unfounded reason) she’d be tired of playing games with me. Nope.
“Can we play Uno?”
Um…yeah. Okay, one quick game.
I’m pretty sure she had no trouble getting someone else to take over where I left off.