chess VI kinda sorta know how to play chess. Which may explain why we had a chess set stashed in our toy closet. Or maybe the set was my husband’s from forever ago and he kinda sorta knows how to play chess, too? Regardless, the youngest of my five-year-old triplets found the chess board a couple of months ago and asked me to teach him to play and now he kinda sorts knows how to play chess, too.

Yesterday, he beat me—no kinda sorta about it. I had barely finished moving my horsie, er, knight, when he spotted an opening I hadn’t and shoved his queen across the board and then HE SANK MY BATTLESHIP! No, wait, wrong end-of-game cry. CHECK MATE! Or is it simply CHECK?

Ah, heck, I guess that part doesn’t matter. What matters is that my babies are now old enough to play chess and really truly kinda sorta play it.  Looks like it’s time for Mom to blow the cobwebs off her hibernating board games skills. Otherwise, those big boys of hers will be wiping gameboards with her whipped rump.

And that’s just not acceptable.

No kinda sorta about that.