The only board game I had growing up was Scrabble. I was about 7, having recently come to the US, that we started playing as a family. My dad thought it would help with our vocabulary. To this day, I love that game and I have fond memories of beating my dad.
Tonight, we introduced Scrabble to the next generation: our little Boo. You've gotten to know Boo a bit here, right? He loves fire stations and fire trucks, obsesses over elevators, draws high rises like a fiend. Did you know he's also fascinated by plumbing? Yes - faucets, flush valves, hand dryers.
So of course we let him go first. He placed the smooth, wood tiles on that pink block with the black star. His word?