Scrabble

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?


Moen.