Last night, Cara and Dylan played chess.
They've both been practicing.
Cara whupped him.
Then Cara, Dylan and I played Scrabble.
It was neck and neck for some time. Dylan got the 'q' and the 'z' and the 'j'. What's up with that? The Scrabble gods certainly favored him, last night.
In the end, however, Cara won, and rather decisively.
Displaying the good sportsmanship that she is so well known for, she did a victory dance and repeated, several times, "Who won that game? Let's read those scores. Who got 202 points? Oh. Wait. HA! That was me. It makes sense. I'm the graduate. That silver cord around my neck in all the pictures? Not to hang myself with. I forget. Read me those scores again. Mom, you were dead last?!! Who won that game again? 202. That's a nice score. Who got that again? Who got that 202? HA! Wait. That was me."
It went on for some time.
Really. She was insufferable.
Today's party day. Her friends come for an all nighter with a bonfire starting at 4.