He's still available to the first one willing to take him.....

We are a board game family.....and by that I mean Man-Child and I are board game lovers.  Hubby?  Well, apparently, he grew up in a disadvantaged family.

And by that I mean he wasn't taught the appreciation of a good board game.

One of our favorites is Scrabble.

I first taught the child to play before he was really even old enough - I think he was still learning "sight words" at the time....

My reasoning was that he would learn to spell, garner a good vocabulary and it might help with his math skills; plus it was something to do in "that" hour right before bedtime.

Some of those early games were painful.  As a small child he didn't take losing gracefully.  And I had to learn to rein in my competitiveness and try to "teach" while playing.

Over the years it has evolved into a cut-throat game.....as only Scrabble can.

As evidenced by one of my Tweets last night....

Along with the accompanying picture.  Notice that he's really concentrating....that's because I trounced him but good a few nights ago.

We were only about six moves in.  I had crappy letters, but was holding my own; I was sure that I would make a sweeping victory before the game was over.....

And then?

He pounced....

Note his glee

As you will note from the following tweets - it wasn't pretty....

As you can imagine, the game was over at that point.  There was no recovering from a blow that crushing.

Then the crowing and taunting began.....

Which was followed with him sucking up and telling me that he learned from the best - yeah, it's too late now, buddy.  I've already listed you on eBay.

The killer word?  Well, I'm glad you asked.  Because although I was in total shock, I am STILL a mom and HAD to record the moment for posterity....it's like a law or something.....

Even so, if you are willing to take him and feed him - he's all yours.  Especially considering he is refusing to remove the board and "the" word.