Learning the Rules As I Go.

I'm in Indianapolis. We have about four inches of wet, powdery snow. It looks terrible for snowmen, snowball fights and sledding. Maybe it will become a little more solid overnight.

I spent most of today playing around the house. And I couldn't help but feel that I spent a lot of the time learning the rules as we played.

At lunch, Spencer informed me that he would rather have Lauren come visit because, as he said, "You scare me." After lunch we played Power Rangers for awhile. I had to wear the Power Ranger mask, probably to hide my scary face. We shot 55 bad guys in the house.


Before dinner, I invented another game to entertain my four-year-old brother. It was a variation of football where I tossed him the football from three feet away and then he fell over. We called it "Dead Man." I learned the rules as we went (read: when Spencer made them up.)

After dinner, we played "Hand and Foot." No one was making up the rules tonight but it had some pretty crazy tricks to it. I am a terrible at a lot of games, this one included. First round - fail. Second round - I improved tremendously. My score was positive by the end of the game.


And even though Grandma Mary just learned the rules tonight too...she's smoking us. The morals of the story are this: four-year-olds like to make up the rules and never trust a bridge player.