by Scarlett_O
So, my 3 year old, Noah got a ton of games for Christmas this year. One of them was: Candy Land.The day after Christmas, he says he wants to play a board game. Okay. I asked which one. "Muffin Man one. Candy Castle."
I assume that he means Candyland and grab it from the giant stack of new games on the table and take the shrink off. He exclaims, "Oh! It looks like a race game! I love race games!"
I take the game out, lay out the board, shuffle the cards, and tell him to pick which colour he wants. Red. I choose the green and we start playing.
Of course, being the lucky little guy that he is, he keeps getting double colours and moving rapidly across the game board, whilst I, being a very unlucky person when it comes to games of chance, keep drawing single move cards.
Very few turns into the game, Noah pulls out the coveted Popsicle card and gathers a lead of such greatness that I had nearly no hope of surpassing him.
As he neared the Castle, he took the opportunity to revel backin his awesomeness and gloat and rub it in a little...
"I don't always play Candyland, but when I do, I draw the Popsicle card."
The bragging and showing off was short lived, however, because a few short turns later, he drew the Cupcake card from the Castle's Gate and was sent back to the beginning! Oh, the horror!
What ensued was a complete meltdown!
First, he was horrified and spent a couple minutes crying.
The next turn, however, the shock wore off and the saddness turned quickly into anger.
With tears in his little eyes, he directed his anger at me and proceded to tell me off and state, "I wanted to win!"
After that little outburst, he stared menacingly at me from across the table and growled.
I was, quite frankly, frightened for my life, so I calmed him down by telling him that he could still win the game if he would sit down and play instead of climbing over the table and attacking me. I didn't really believe that he could come back from that, but we'll see, we'll see.
Once everyone was settled back down in our chairs the game continued.
Sadly, Noah decided that the fault for the cupcake debacle layed solely in the hands of the Red Gingerbread Man, so he was killed off (probably eaten) and replaced by yellow.
So it goes.
Well, it turns out this was a good move because Yellow Gingerbread Man was eager to prove himself so as not to suffer the same fate as Ole Red.
He quickly drew the Cinnamon Bun card and ran to the safety of the Castle for the win!
Shew, that was close! And we all made it out alive. Well, most of us, anyway...