At synagogue yesterday, I sat in the balcony. Two boys were playing cards & I said, Do you want to learn a game?
One said no, the other beamed Yes!
I taught him the GGoBB® (aka the Great Game of Bingelbumpf™). He loved it, and even contributed an appropriately elaborate new rule, to which he also gave serious consideration of a name. We settled on Melting Josh, since it involves talking in funny accents. He suggested Melting Pot, but I figure, hey, doesn't every 12-year-old boy dream of having a rule named after him when it isn't for being kidnapped?
He's the first person who isn't me or a sibling who "got" GGoBB©. Yay, Josh!
One said no, the other beamed Yes!
I taught him the GGoBB® (aka the Great Game of Bingelbumpf™). He loved it, and even contributed an appropriately elaborate new rule, to which he also gave serious consideration of a name. We settled on Melting Josh, since it involves talking in funny accents. He suggested Melting Pot, but I figure, hey, doesn't every 12-year-old boy dream of having a rule named after him when it isn't for being kidnapped?
He's the first person who isn't me or a sibling who "got" GGoBB©. Yay, Josh!