By coincidence they were playing a ‘board’ game that day. It was an A3 piece of paper with a game about recycling that Squidge brought home from school following an ‘incursion’* by some people from the Henderson Waste Recovery Park. Re-enforcing their message of re-use, they didn’t provide counters or a die with which to play the game – we recycled the bits from our Wiggles Snakes and Ladders game.
So Anthony and Murray were being pushed around the board. At a stage in the game the boys had a choice. Take the short – but risky – cut, or go the long – but safe – way round.
Bruce took the short cut. It paid off for him first time and he won so he persisted. Squidge, each and every time went the safe path. Squidge won more than Bruce but that didn’t stop Bruce.
And that folks, in essence you have it – their personalities personified by a board game.
Are your kids chalk and cheese?
* one of my most HATED words is incursion. Had the people who chose to use this word in this way bothered to look it up in a dictionary? A hostile entrance into a territory. I feel uneasy every time I’m asked for permission for a child to participate in an incursion. Just what am I signing them up for?