On July 26, a Sunday evening, I had some free time and asked my two youngest children if they would like to play a game--"maybe Candyland?", I suggested.
In the past, this would have been met with enthusiasm, and the ancient Candyland game (the one I had played when I was a very young child) would have been carried up cheerfully from the game closet downstairs. But on this particular evening, Moriah and Benjamin said, "We don't want to play Candyland. Could we play Skip Bo instead?"
Well, yes. We could, and we did. I enjoy a good game of Skip Bo, to be sure! But my heart seized up a little.
When did my littlest guy get big enough to actually play a game like Skip Bo? Have we outgrown our Candyland years?