Last night I taught Olivia how to play dominoes. She suggested dominoes as a family game to play, thinking we’d just take turns laying down dominoes with numbers matching the ones already on the table. But I taught her the real way.
Keeping score with pluses instead of numbers.
Do you see how bad Tony smoked us? It was shameful. He did that in just three hands. I started calling him Mr. 1 Percent Domino.
I laughed about how I was channeling my inner geezer, but really I was feeling all nostalgic about the times I sat around the table playing dominoes with my Granny and Papa. I cannot count the number of times we all sat around the table at night and played this game until bedtime. My Granny and Papa aren’t with us any more, but it felt good to bring Olivia into the tradition.