Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Steal All His Spare Change

Mac set up the chess board last night.  "How do you know how to play this?" I asked.

"Mom, I was in chess club!" he said.

I barely remembered how to play chess, having eschewed the game sometime in elementary school when my dad relentlessly insisted that I master it.  Still, I sort of knew how the pieces moved.  Lucky for me, Mac knows how all the pieces move for sure.  He also gave helpful suggestions on strategy.  "This would be a good move for you," he'd say, showing me how to advance a pawn or slide a bishop.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because then," he'd say, grabbing my queen or rook, "you can go like this."  Sure enough, that would be a good move for me.

"I shouldn't have told you that," he said more than once when I pocketed a piece of his.

Another lesson: "You have to tell if the other person moves into check," he said.

"You do?" I asked.  "But that seems like that's a good way to win."

"No," Mac explained, "you have to tell."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's the rules," he said seriously.

I feel like we might do this again.  I did, in fact, triumph, but it was because Mac helped me extensively.  It was more like a lesson, and he was definitely the teacher.


mm said...

Duh! "It's the rules." Love this kid!

LH said...

Chess Master Mac. Awesome, possum.

Anonymous said...

Mac continues to amaze me with his abilities! Nana