As is my routine, I went to the gym on Saturday for my
Forty-five sweaty profanity-filled minutes later, I returned to the locker room, dressed and went to retrieve Moonchild from the child Activity Palace. Normally, this is a Sisyphean task because either Moonchild is having so much fun he refuses to leave or he's so amped up from all the running around that it's like herding squirrels trying to get him to move towards the door. When I found him on Saturday, he was, as expected, at a computer deeply absorbed in a game. I approached from behind him and as I was about to tap him on his shoulder I noticed what game he was playing.
No, not Battle Chess or some other cool-looking variant, where when a piece is taken some sweet looking animation depicting a disembowelment happens. It was just an ordinary unadorned stripped down chess game with black and white squares and red and blue two-dimensional pieces. He was so engrossed in the game, he didn't notice my presence until I exclaimed, out of surprise rather than disapproval: "WTF???? YOU'RE PLAYING CHESS?????????"
"Yeah. I like chess. Poopy poop poop farts." And then he punched me in the balls playfully and turned back to the game.
When we returned home, I mentioned his affinity for chess to his mother. She indicated that he had been playing it for some time at the Child Activity Palace. Which is nice to know now, since he likes to use me as his own personal jungle gym every night when I get home from work. We have a chess game on our laptop. Maybe I can refocus his violent tendencies at an electronic opponent's rook instead.