I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
“I made this too complicated.
Want to make up our own rules?”
He eyed me suspiciously.
“Rules where you don’t win every time?”
“Absolutely.”
We invented a version in which every player could win if the pieces reached the finish together.
It was a terrible game by ordinary standards and a successful afternoon by ours.
After he went upstairs, Lauren said, “You handled that well.”