Vinnie’s Game ~ Vinnie Makes Up His Own Rules

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There is no such thing as global warming. There is no such thing as global warming. There is no such thing as global warming, Vinnie’s dad repeats over and over again. Vinnie’s dad stands staring out the window as the rain shows no signs of relenting. Five days straight and it pours and pours and pours. 

“You’re not going to make it stop raining, dear, by standing at the window and chanting,” hollers Vinnie’s mom from the study.

“It can’t hurt,” Vinnie’s dad calls back.

“Dad’s right. In the book I’m reading, a wizard chanted and tossed a magic potion in the air and winter turned into summer,” yells Vinnie from his bedroom.

“Are you reading now, Vinnie?” asks his mom.

“No, mom. I’m drawing pictures of Mrs. Navis to give to my classmates on Monday.”

“Vincent, don’t you dare. Throw all those drawing away this instant,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“Why, Mom? Under each picture I’m writing, teacher of the year. I think she’ll be happy. And, she’s smiling in each drawing. Remember, you told me you thought I could be an artist?”

“Yes, I remember what I said, but some people, especially teachers can be very sensitive. She may take it the wrong way,” hollers Vinnie’s Mom from the study. “Promise me you’ll toss them away.”

“Why, Mom? What if I cross out the word, worse from before teacher of the year on each picture?” asks Vinnie sincerely.

“OMG,” screams Vinnie’s mom.

“What if we all play a board game,” suggests Vinnie’s dad. 

“I’m in. What are we going to play? Can we play Battleship?” hollers Vinnie.

Vinnie’s mom jumps in, “No. I can’t take the sound effects you make, Vincent.”

“I only make them when I sink your ship, Mom. Since Dad is going to play with us, I can make them when I sink his ships too.”

“No,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“No,” says Vinnie’s dad.

“How about Clue, Dad? I already know Colonel Mustard did it,” says Vinnie.

“How can you know Colonel Mustard did it when we have started playing?” says Vinnie’s mom with an edge to her voice.

“Dear, you’re getting upset over nothing,” says Vinnie’s dad.

Vinnie’s mom hollers from the study, “You know how family board games go. They always start out as a good idea, but they end up differently.”

“I love board games, Mom. We have lots of fun. Remember when we played Monopoly last week and I put six hotels on my property?” says Vinnie.

“That’s the whole point, you can’t put six hotels on your property. You’re only allowed to put one hotel on your property,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“But, Mom. That’s only right when you play by the rules. I like to make my own rules. Don’t you think my rules are better than the game rules? That’s what I told Mrs. Navis.”

“You didn’t!” shouted Vinnie’s mom.

“Vinnie has a point, Dear,” says Vinnie’s dad.

“Rupert, when I told Mrs. Navis I wanted to play by different rules than classroom rules, she sent me to the counselor. Don’t tell Mom,” says Vinnie to his stuffed grizzly bear.

“You’re always taking his side,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll get the Clue game. 

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at ray.brese@gmail.com.

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