I guess I should have seen it coming. I mean, considering the gambling habits I foist on my children (on Thanksgiving, no less), I should have at least been on my guard. But no - I tend to forget that our family has gradually morphed into the weird variety, a far cry from the perfection I aspired to when I had but 2 wee ones to look after.
There I was at a girl scout meeting this afternoon, surrounded by wholesome homeschooled girls and their zealously nurturing mothers. I had to leave early with Susie, you see, as a dental appointment beckoned (I know! The excitement! How can y'all stand it?).
"C'mon, Susie," I coaxed. "Time to go home - David will play a game with you while I'm at the dentist."
"Game?" said Susie.
"Yes, a game! What do you want to play? Uno?"
I think I need to mention here that 4-year-old Susie has the lung capacity of an opera singer and the sort of volume that renders amplifying aids such as megaphones completely unnecessary.
"No!" she said, projecting her amazing voice throughout the entire meeting room. "I want to play POKER."
Precocious little thang, isn't she? We're right proud of her.