The Thanksgiving Day deadline I set to have our garage converted into a playroom was, for the most part, met. (I'll post the results when it's *fully* met.)
One important component I saw for the playroom, especially on the holiday, was to have a short stack of board games that could be enjoyed by all the cousins, across a ten year age span.
But then my mom had the sweetest idea - to have my dad bring his chess board over in hopes that he could teach his grandsons to play...next to a roaring fire, eating cookies and drinking milk.
No, Dad never taught his grandsons to play chess that night (wha wha wha whaaaa... ;), but he did bring over a STACK of our old family board games, boxes I hadn't seen in years!
Seriously, the man with the pipe, and the woman in pink, to the right of the pizza parlor pendant -- those were my parents!
Little did I know how well received those old school games would be at our house. The seven year old is in love with all things board games right now and we just can't deny his endless requests to play. On Saturday afternoon, I listened to his daddy spend over two hours straight, teaching him everything he wanted to know about the game of chess. It was the sweetest thing - the patience, the enjoyment and the bonding.