Alex received Scrabble for Christmas (from Santa), and at dinner this evening he suggested we have a family game night – and all play Scrabble.
He kind of learned the basics of it this afternoon when he and Julia (and I, sort of, in a purely advisory capacity) played a practice game. No scoring of points – just getting the hang of making words in crossword puzzle format.
I was very proud of Alex when he got put down “quail.”
Anyway, I was glad he suggested Scrabble. I’d thought he wanted to play one of the many Wii games he and Julia got from family members and Santa, and I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather since yesterday, so I wasn’t really interested in anything physical.
But Scrabble? Exercise for the brain? No problem.
Bill, however, did not share my enthusiasm.
He said that no, he would not be playing any Scrabble. He had to go shovel the driveway again.
We’re having a blizzard, by the way.
And my husband would rather be outside, in a blizzard, at 7:00 at night, than play Scrabble…
against me. ;)