Chapter 7: Games
As Paige and Cabe have already learned, playing games with geniuses is not a good idea.
But watching them is a game in itself.
They are all so competitive, and sometimes people's feelings get hurt.
Usually the people with infinitely too much EQ.
Every time Paige brings in board games to play, a "lesson in normality" she calls it, they turn it into something completely different.
Monopoly has Sylvester calculating his odds of winning with each roll of the dice, Happy usually turns her metal game piece into something completely different, Toby bets based on Sylvester's odds, and Walter and Ralph usually end up leaving to work on the rocket.
But today Paige brought in a new game.
She made everyone sit in a circle around the table, and she felt like a kindergarten teacher when she had to tell Toby to keep his hands to himself.
Toby picked up the box and read the cover.
"The Game of Life? What the hel-heck is this?"
Paige had already yelled at him three times about his language in front of Ralph.
"Well you have mastered, deciphered, and improved upon every other game we usually play so I bought a new one. Open it." Paige said with her usual sweet motherly smile.
Happy ripped the game out of Toby's hands and started throwing plastic wrapped pieces all over the place while Toby reached and eventually fell off of his chair to catch them.
Walter went to reach for the thick packet of rules when Paige swatted his hand away.
"Nope. No rules. Make your own. And no fighting." She pointed at Happy and Toby.
They pulled out all of the pieces and stared at the table.
Paige rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'll get you started. Everyone grab a car and put a pink or blue person in the driver's seat. Then go from there."
Ralph looked at her incredulously. "Mom I can't drive."
"That's why you, this little blue person, is in the back of my car." She smile down at him.
"Can I be in Walter's car too?" He looked at his mom and then Walter.
"Sure, Ralph. Do whatever you want."
He was lost in thought for a moment.
"Then I'm moving myself into the back seat of Walter's car and you into the front seat. Now we're all together."
He smiled and Walter and Paige were blushing.
"Ok, ok. My turn." Sylvester piped up.
"This is me." He put himself in the driver's seat. "This is Megan." He put her right beside him.
"Maybe you should put yourself and Megan in my car." Walter suggested.
"No. I want my own car. I can't kiss her in front of you." Sylvester crossed his arms.
"Fine, you can have your own car, but no kissing while driving." Paige said.
"Well that's no fun. But anyway, my turn." Toby said, clearing a small space and making a display of the filling of his car. "Drumroll please."
Happy rolled her eyes and Sylvester drummed loudly on the table.
"Ok. This is me." He put a small blue peg in the passenger seat. "This is Happy." He put her in the driver's seat. He grabbed two girls and two boys. "And these are our four children."
Happy shook her head.
"I don't think so."
Everyone was expecting her to blow up and start her own car.
"I'm not having four kids."
She took one of the girls out.
"Two boys and a girl. That's it."
"What you don't like even numbers?"
"No, you need two boys to protect a girl. That's how it works. So if you want two girls, you have to have more than two boys."
"Don't I count? You think I can't protect my own children?"
Walter stood up, clearly uncomfortable with the personal argument going on.
"Alright then. Everyone in my car to the rocket."
"Ok I want to be in your car now." Sylvester said.
"I'll go make snacks!" Paige said.
"Why do they always leave us to clean up?" Toby asked.
"They always leave because we argue."
"They can't handle the intensity of our love."
Happy rolled her eyes.
"Shut up."
"I want ice cream. Do you want ice cream?"
"Fine. But when you eat too much and go into a diabetic coma I'm leaving you there." Happy started gathering her things.
"First of all that only happened one time, second I wasn't in a coma. Third, I woke up in your apartment without a shirt on so I don't really think it was a complete failure, and last you would never leave me."
"You threw up on your shirt and I didn't want my apartment to smell."
"Semantics my dear. Now let's go."
He walked past her and she grabbed his arm.
"For the record, you can't protect your girls because someone still has to protect me."
Sorry for the lateness.
Blame school or mental illness or life or whatever.
But anyway, enjoy.
Love you :)
Next Chapter: Happy-ness
