My son is 4.5 years old. He does not want to go to sleep. He said, let’s play chess. By the way, he knows how to walk and rub figures, but knowledge in tactics and strategy is very lacking. I say, Let’s go if I win, you go to bed. I agreed. Not especially stressed, I put him a baby mat and send him to sleep. He was so upset that he even cried a little but went to sleep. The next night, taking his mother as a helper, the son demands revenge.
“Son, Daddy is playing well, we won’t win.
We will win! Now we’re going to put Daddy Matt! My heart is full of determination.
At first I sat with my mom and actively walked the figures every time threatening me that now I will be mat. But as my mom's figures began to melt on the board, moved to the middle, and then went to my side.
So dear to you Matt. I say
I said we would lose with you. Mother is broken.
My dad and I played and so we won. - declares my child and with the appearance of a winner goes to play with machines. And my wife and I are overwhelmed, we realize that we have a clever ass growing up at home.