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| A group of dice. Also know as a 'Gamble' of Dice. |
Our family was playing a dice game.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this concept, it is
a game.
Played with dice.
Okay. Now that we’re all on the same page . . .
It seemed like a good Sunday afternoon activity. Cold
outside. Family inside. Warm. Fed.
Yep. Time for a dice game.
I wasn’t doing well.
That’s the thing about dice. They’re fickle. There’s really
no planning.
Okay, I know it’s possible for experienced dice-players to
cheat.
But in our family something is missing from that scenario.
Two somethings, actually.
First, experience. (No explanation needed.)
And second, the desire to win.
We don’t keep score.
Ever.
We just play.
No one gets mad. No thrown knives or nasty looks.
Perfect.
So, back to what I was saying . . .
Dice game.
Doing poorly.
Now my SIL was seated next to me. And he was doing well.
A little too well.
I accused him of using up all the dice’s luck before he
handed said dice on to me.
Not my finest hour, but I still think he was draining them
somehow.
It was then we came up with a creative and possibly
effective scenario for those reluctant dice.
Threats.
My daughter suggested buying some cheap dice. Then, in plain
sight of our actual dice, smashing one of the cheap ones with a hammer.
Brilliant, you say?
I agree.
The actual dice would be so horrified at the possibility of
being next, they would flood me with their good luck.
Genius.
My other daughter also offered this. “If that doesn’t work,
we take some little dice, hold them up and say, ‘The kids are next!’”
You might want to think twice about playing games with our
family.
Just FYI.
