Game Night with Zac

Thursday night, the Zanders' called with 2 extra tickets to the Royals game. It was Seth's turn to go, so we got him gussied up with a backpack for all his necessities (apple juice in a cooler bag and a transformer in case he got bored).

After Seth and Scott left, I marveled in how quiet the house was. I had promised some Noggin to Blane, so he lost himself in Diego, or the Backyardigans or Wubsy--I can't remember--while Zac and I decided to play Last Word. Zac won and asked if he could stay up until Seth got home. Why not, I thought.

Blane wanted to stay up too, but of course, I said no. He cried about the fact that Seth was not going to be in the upper bunk. "I won't have anyone to play wiiiithhh..." he wailed. I pointed out that he wouldn't actually be able to play with anyone when he was in bed, but that didn't help. Zac and I tucked him in with his cars anyway, left the light on at his request and went downstairs.

We decided to play Life. We started off on our paths, and I went from being a police officer, to a salesman to a vet (the vet school must have been vo-tech, because it took me about 2 rolls to go through it and only cost 50K--what a deal!) Zac ended up as an accountant, but got his pants sued off by his mom (let the record show that this was in retaliation for Zac bankrupting his mother WITHOUT MERCY in Monopoly and leaving her only a cardboard box to live in near Baltic Ave). I beat him in the end with 1.4 mil--lucky me this time.

Zac is such a pleasant companion. I love playing games with him and seeing him deliberate and think things through. We talk and joke and have a great time together. These are the evenings that I will remember--just the intense pleasure and satisfaction of seeing your son growing, a little glimpse of the man he will become. What a treat for me!