My husband is teaching my son how to play chess. My son is eight and has really picked up on the "strategy" part of the game. Doesn't really surprise me though. Kyle has always been a deep thinker. He did not acquire the ability to speak until well after his 1 1/2 year old birthday. He didn't need to... he was always able to work everyone in the room to get what he wanted, without ever saying a word. We got so freaked by this that we started teaching him sign language. Like everything else, the words eventually came. Now we can't shut him up!
Kyle is a very smart kid - very fast with a comeback and clever in his thoughts. Chess is the perfect game for him. It requires him to slow down and take the time to think things through. And, I love the time the two of them spend together.
I, on the other hand am not a chess player. Nothing about the game fascinates me... I can always think of four-thousand other things that I would rather do than learn to play chess. I know it would do me good to slow down and think things through, though. (wow, that was a lot of "th's")
Naw, who am I kidding - no chess for me! I'll just sit back and watch.
Oh, that is not an evil demon lurking in the shadows behind the chess action - it's just one of our dogs having a look-see.
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