Big E is teaching Little e to play chess.
It leads to conversations like this one:
"That's a big wall of kill, that's a big wall of kill.
This is a wall of kill, and that's a wall of kill.
Kill here, kill there. Go here you die, go there you die.
Now where do you go and what do you do?"
Little e is really enjoying herself, and Big E is too.
Me? I've never been a chess player.
It hurts my brain to think that far ahead.
Which is ironic, since I am the distance planner,
the "I do this, so you do that, and this is here,
so in two moves, we can take over the world" person in our house.
I can juggle a 24 person dinner, but keep track of
those bitty plastic bits? Um, ow. Head hurts.
Big E likes to tackle what is directly in front of him,
one thing at a time, and doesn't like to think too far ahead.
But put a chess board in front of him, and he's all
"If you go there, I'll win in four moves and get the
8 ball in the corner pocket."
Craziness, I tell you.