chess

When I was young, I remember playing chess and winning. I don't remember learning how to play—just that I was little and won. And then I didn't play chess for a very long time. I don't remember playing at all actually until my oldest son and I began the venture of learning/relearning together. During his first year of high school, he'd go into the library during lunchtime and play chess. He learned so much that way, making him the chess expert at our house. 

As I think about it more, I might have played here and there with a boyfriend of mine, but I honestly don't have any strong memories to verify. 

But I digress. 

The point of this slice is that my oldest boy has now taught my youngest boy to play chess, and then I spent an amazing evening beating the pants off my little guy in preparation for him to be in the Chess Club at his elementary school beginning this week. He is so excited. I even signed up to be on the substitute list of chaperones in case they ever need one. And it was so fun to see how happy it made him to play a smart game, as we decided that chess is.