Poker
January 1, 2011
Ok. First picture. See? Nothing remarkable, just a marginal photo I took with my cell phone.
It’s Peter being schooled by his great Uncle Vic on the fine points of poker. Actually, it’s Peter’s first-ever game of poker, so the fine points included basics like what’s an ante, what’s a flush, what’s a full house, etc. He’s playing with his cousins Miles and Conner–twins who are three years older than Peter–and one of their friends.
I’m pleased with this happy little scene because of what we had to endure leading up to it. Peter had complained for most of the hour-long drive from Davis to Pleasanton–a drive already difficult because of rain and wind–about having to spend his second-to-last day of winter break with relatives instead of friends. “You didn’t ask me what I wanted to do today,” he whined annoyingly, as pre-teens do.
And yet..
He got to hang with the big boys, watch football on TV, drink vanilla cream sodas, eat a ton of chips and nuts, cookies and candy, and, AND, learn how to play poker.
And he had a blast. A happy start to the New Year.
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