Since global warming, on its way to ending life as we know it, is providing the Northeast with a very mild winter, yesterday was warm enough to get a game going:
Ted sat and drank beer (who's the lazy one again?):
So I had to play with Andrew. Playing anything with a five year old is an exercise in frustration, and tailgate toss is no exception. It doesn't help that I don't like to lose. Even to a five year old. That belongs to me. Add that to the fact that I suck at tailgate toss and you have a recipe for disaster.
My beanbags are light blue. Andrew's are dark blue. The point is to get the beanbags on the board/in the hole. Draw your own conclusions from these pictures:
In the second one you'll note that none of my beanbags are even close enough to the board to be in the picture. This is the conversation I had with Andrew at one point:
Andrew: I have three points and you have NONE! You're losing!!
Me: Yes. Although it's not really good manners to rub it in like that.
Andrew: Right. But you're still losing!
Clearly the child gets his sportsmanship from me (I have been known to flip over a Monopoly board once it becomes clear that I can't win the game). But I managed to pretend to be happy for him:
Then William joined in,
totally cheating playing along with us:
Nana and her new dog Polo watched along the sidelines:
All in all, it was a wonderful day.