Vinnie’s Mom rolls a five. Vinnie hands the dice to his dad, “Dad, I want to go last.”
“I’ve been thinking. I invented a new game. Clue is boring. I already know the murderer, weapon and room, but you won’t let me tell you. Face it, Dad, Clue is out of date. The only people who like to play it are old people.”
“Vincent, you were the one to suggest Clue. And, we are not old, says Vinnie’s mom.
“Mom, when do you become old? I don’t want to be old, Mom. When will you be old? Is Dad old?”
Vinnie’s mom reaches over to her hand bag and pulls out a small mirror. She holds in close to her face and moves her fingers around the edges of her eyes. She puts the mirror back and says, “Dear, do you see lines starting to form at the edges of my eyes?”
Before Vinnie’s dad can answer, Vinnie says, “Want me to get my magnifying glass, Mom? I bet I can find some.”
Vinnie’s dad jumps in, “There are no lines. Vinnie, we are going to play Clue. No one will turn over their cards until someone enters a room. Does that satisfy you?”
“Only if I’m the first one to get in a room. Please, Dad. Let me guess. Please? What if I am right about the murderer, weapon, and room? If I am, can we play the game I invented? The only thing I haven’t worked out is a board and pieces. I have all the other stuff. Please, Mom. Please.”
“On one condition, Vincent. If you have any wrong answer, you play Clue the right way and no complaints or wise comments. Agree?” asks Vinnie’s mom.
“Okay, Mom. Promise you won’t get mad if I get all the answers right?” asks Vinnie.
Vinnie’s mom’s brain sends out a warning siren. She knows something is afoot, but can’t place her finger on it. She looks quizzically at Vinnie’s dad.
He shrugs and says seriously, “Does this mean I lose my turn?”
Vinnie’s mom rolls her eyes. She picks up the container holding the three cards with the solution to the case. She holds the container in the palm of her hand. She gestures with her hand toward Vinnie, “Okay, what are your answers.”
Vinnie says, “This is so easy, “The murderer is Mrs. Navis. She did it room 107. And, she stabbed the victim with her laser pointer.”
Vinnie’s mom pulls the three cards out of the container. “Vincent. You ruined the Clue game by writing Mrs. Navis, room 107, and laser pointer on the cards.”
“I wrote them on all the cards, Mom. Check your cards out. I’m right. So, we can play the game I invented,” says Vinnie.
“Vinnie has a point, Dear. It’s pretty creative, don’t you think?” says Vinnie’s dad. He quickly adds, “What if we all go out for Sushi tonight?”
“We’ll, okay. Vincent, promise me you won’t write Mrs. Navis’s name on any more board games,” says Vinnie’s mom.
“Promise, Mom. I’ll be right back with my game. You guys will love it.”
“What’s it called, Vinnie,” asks his dad.
“I haven’t thought of a name yet. I only tried it with Rupert and Dexter. They really like it,” says Vinnie.
“What’s the object of the game, Vinnie?” asks his mom.
Vinnie smiles at hearing his mom call him Vinnie instead of Vincent. He wonders if going out for Sushi improved his mom’s attitude.