Last night the entire family played dreidel after dinner. Yes, I’m fully aware that Hanukkah was over more than a week ago, but we were traveling on the last night, and lets face it, playing dreidel with only three people isn’t as much fun. Coupled with the fact that I lose imediately whenever we play, we decided to wait until we were all together to try and have an actual game.
Per the usual fashion, I was the first one out of gelt (chocolate gold coins) My game playing skill is akin to the Easter Bunny, meaning it just doesn’t exist. And if it did, it definitely would look like a giant rabbit in lederhosen skipping around tossing glitter in the air and crapping out chocolate candy eggs everywhere. (Hey it’s my pretend skill, so I can imagine it to be anything I’d like)
The game went on for a while, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The Smaller Captor was ahead of everyone else as usual. And he was gloating as usual, too.
But then something happened. The Bigger Captor got up to tend to the Tiniest Captor and I took over his pile, apologizing in advance for the gelt I would assuredly lose. Except I wasn’t losing anymore.
The Smaller Captor was getting quiet, a little worried about his dwindling pile. He was on the thin side of the stack, but was convinced he would win his stack back. It’s like he was a small version of the guys you see who have lost the better part of a thousand dollars at the roulette table. They think they can win it back. But we all know that the dreidel, like the roulette wheel, is kind of a bitch. You’re up one minute, winning the world, then the next you’re broke, laying in a damp alley way with a busted knee cap cause your bookie finally caught up to you.
Luck had run out for the Smaller Captor, and he was none too pleased. Here he is trying to play tough man, but he’s as transparent as saran wrap.
Nothing that was said would cheer up the Smaller Captor. He continued to pout and even cried. (We have some work to do in the don’t-be-a-sore-loser- department) I think he’s going to do something to me in my sleep for this next one. . . so if he does, you know why.
In the end, the kid gets to eat all the chocolate anyway, and if his bookie shows up, he can probably pay him off with that. Win-win for everyone.