It turns out the answer is very hard. Despite knowing the basic rules of chess myself, miss 11 has taken to it like a duck to water and is always thinking three moves ahead of me. So I flipped the board and gave up.
On to memory with a nearly 6-year-old. Surely my extra 34 odd years would hold me in good stead.
Flipping card after card I struggled to recall where the guitar was, "Kayak, and CHILLY BIN? Did YOU move the cards?" I'd ask the child. "No, dad." Came the reply, as she whipped up her seventh pair to my one.
"Well, I did" I replied as I swept my hand across the table and stormed off to the bathroom.
The weekend came around and we were lucky enough to strap into our skis for the fourth time. (Not telling the kids that I had spent a lot of my youth on Mt Ruapehu and was, in fact, reasonably adept at going down a mountain.)
This is my moment. My time to shine. "Shall we race?" I ask my 9-year-old, last one downs a rotten egg!
The wind rushed around my face as I stared down at the finish line, already basking in the glory of my win, turning to avoid the snowboarder in front of me, a peach jacketed flash whipped by my side, "See ya at the bottom Dad".
The last in a line of losses at the hands of my offspring, I accepted my fate, winner of most time spent in the bathroom on a daily basis. Take that, losers!
- Adam Green
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