Poker face

Emma loves games. She excels at games. She kicks my butt almost every time. It struck me tonight that she loves cards most of all. A simple deck of cards brings her great joy. She loves to shuffle and she loves to deal. She loves to play Garbage and she loves to play Go Fish, and she is good. While playing Go Fish tonight, I noticed how calculating she is. The cards talk to her. She shifts her eyes as if others are playing with us. She avoids eye contact with her opponent. I'm waiting for her to slip on a pair of sunglasses in an effort to conceal her eyes just like all the professional poker players do.

The most scary part that I noticed is that she has a poker face. She does not give up what is in her hand. She does not let her face show any emotion at all. No frustration and no excitement. She has a perfectly beautiful poker face and smiles her wide and brilliant smile as she kicks my behind.

It's genetic. She gets it from both the Meyers and Misterka genes. I think both grandfathers should be proud and frightened.

Election Day Irony

I put Maui (our dog) out on his chain. After a few minutes he was scratching at the back door to get back in. Emma ran to the door to get him.
Emma: "Mo-oM, you put his chain on wrong!"
Me: Blank stare at her.
Emma: "You put it on the left way instead of the right way. The left way is the wrong way."
Me: "I wish more people would see it that way!"
Emma: Blank stare at me.
Me: "You're right, Sweetie. The left way is the wrong way. Always remember that."