As referred to in a previous post, there is a reason my kids will no longer play the game CLUE with me.
One day, we had gone to all the trouble of setting it the game up and had our positions at the table. We were ready for a good, mind stretching battle to figure out who did it, where and with what weapon. I told the kids we would play ONE game.
On my FIRST turn, I guessed, Col. Mustard, in the library and with the wrench. There was a moment of silence while the answer was verified..I was right!
The blind pig had found the acorn! My ship had come in! I should go go pick lottery numbers while I was on fire!
Instantly, the children rose up in one accord to pronounce what a wise, caring, discerning Dad they all had...NOT!!!
There were screams of disbelief and accusations of cheating. There were demands for a replay. Did not happen. I held my ground and did not play again. I am no longer allowed to play. I retired as champ and mystical mindreader.
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