However, the one thing I am known for, at least in my kin, is my mad Scrabble skills. I can hold my own when it comes to this word-smithing merriment.
|Someone is preparing for the beat-down|
With great tinges of melancholy, this morning my OS and I sat in the living room and we marked the end of Christmas break with a game of Scrabble.
|You would ululate too if you had four u's|
ululating over four U's - YUCK!
bursting into song using my best and loudest Ethel Merman impersonation of an Ella Fitzgerald classic when Nate made the word MISTY
and caving into moments of deep motherly feelings by confessing to my boy mid-play, "Nate, I love you."
Yes, I will never tire of his response of sincere mutual affection even if it meant I lost every time (and I didn't), btw. I would always play this game even if he pummeled me (and he didn't) just to spend time with a child I cherish. I love words but I love my boy more and that's saying something.
|Our game board goodness|
Thanks Nate for giving your scrawny mom a scrupulous time. Miss you already <3