Cailey loves to play games. She inherited my competitive streak. Which is why I find it impossible to ever let her win a game. Consequently, she has become a very good player at most any game she tries.
Particularly Connect 4.
Today, her boy cousins came over to play. They expressed an interest in the stacks of games teetering precariously on top of the homeschool cabinet. Her 6 year old cousin, Simon, wanted to challenge her in a game of Connect 4. I saw her eyes light up.
Simon swaggered over to the game table. “Don’t worry, Cailey, I’ll show you how to play.”
Demurely, she smiled, “Okay, Simon. You’ll have to put it together for me.” She bats her eyelashes at him. “I really don’t know how to play.”
Oh lightening. Please don’t strike her down.
She cups her hand under her chin and sighs. And awaits her turn. She creamed him in no more than four moves. Six games in a row. Simon quickly lost interest and moved on to another activity.
Cailey, smiling to herself, took the game back apart, stored the round game pieces in their baggy, closed the lid, and replaced the game back on top of the others. Which were leaning dangerously over the cabinet.
She straightened her pink skirt, and went off in search of Simon.
To challenge him to another game of his choosing.
I noticed a little bounce in her step.
Hide your boys, moms. She’s a force to be reckoned with.