A few years ago, I blogged about my daughter's chess skills. Tonight I was reminded of those skills when she obliterated me in mere moments. She was helping her sister kick my butt, so I got to hear it all play out in living color to the quick and brutal end--no question left that it might have just been luck. Have you seen the movie Searching for Bobby Fischer? (Everyone should see that movie, btw.) Tonight my daughter reminded me very much of the kid in that show. She spoke like they do in that movie: she talked about seeing many moves ahead in the game, about leading her opponent into traps (even when she spoke one aloud, I'd find myself walking into another one trying to avoid the spoken one), using language like "queen's knight to king's bishop 3" and "sacrifice your rook to queen your pawn," and she described chess rules I had never heard of. Ben and I just grinned at each other proudly throughout the whole game. In short, it was an amazingly satisfying ass kicking, every parent's dream!
You are such a fantastic writer. I can so clearly SEE this delightful event taking place. Fascinating. You need to write a book. Seriously! (and your girls are brilliant.)
Posted by: Jeanna | July 06, 2009 at 10:57 AM