So, A and I bought a chess set not too long ago and thought "hm, maybe we'll play this sometime." Or perhaps put it out as a "hey, we're a smart couple, look at our glass chess set!" type of decoration. Probably near the front entrance to set a great first impression to our guests. But...sadly we never opened it until today. To play the kids. Because they asked to play. Chess.
Well the first game was a close one between A and J-Girl, with A squeaking by a win with just her King and a Rook left standing. The next game I took on Girl J, and after a little strategy and perhaps a Leprechaun rooting me on from behind the couch, I won. J-Girl's a good player. A good - 11 year old - player.
Well, these games created so much ado along the countryside, all the villagers came down to watch and be watched. G then decided to throw his gauntlet down and challenged A to a game...a game that he won. He's 7.
So cheers were cheered and trumpets were sounded as Lil' B was the next to claim his chessmanship. He went up against G and the result was the longest game in chess history, ultimately resulting in a stalemate. Two kings staring down each other. Across the battlefield. Both hungry for a win. Both hungry to settle the score. Both hungry for...lunch. We had soft tacos. They were good.
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