We played a family game of Balderdash yesterday. A bit like pictionary, pick a word, everyone gives a feigned definition while the picker gives a real one. 3 points for a correct guess, 1 if someone else guesses yours.
After a slow start, Irene, 10, got the hang of dictionary sounding definitions.
Scrivello, A antique builder’s tool, resembling a screw. Both parents voted for her. Zoe, “2 points for Irene.”
Roy, indignantly, “Hey, I said builder’s tool”
Zoe, sweetly, “Yes, but Irene wrote it.”
Both parents crowed over Irene’s genius, and apropos of nothing, of course, claimed she took after them.
Then we looked at Zoe, stricken, “You’re brilliant, Zoe. You are a classic late bloomer.”
She shrugged, steadily inching up the leaderboard while we argued over genetics.
And Zoe won!!
The Meek Inherit the Earth