We played Dixit.
He kept showing his hand.
And always picked his own card.
But she understood the game.
We played a few rounds.
Cute Wars did not go so well.
He hated his sister’s claims that her card was cuter.
(That’s the point of the game!)
Crying ensued.
Later that evening, we played with my wife.
She correctly guessed one of my clues.
The girl hated it.
Especially when when I joked “Mommy is my soulmate.”
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a spring wells up at the foot of the mountain