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. I was so upset that I even cried a little, but I went to sleep. The next night, taking his mother as a helper, the son demands revenge.
“Son, Daddy plays well, we won’t.
We will win! Now we’re going to put Daddy Matt! My heart is full of determination.
Party has begun. At first I sat with my mom and actively walked the figures, every time threatening me that right now I will be mat. But as my mom’s figures began to melt on the board, he moved to the middle, and then went to my side.
“Well, dear, you have a mat, I say.
“Well, I told you that you and I would lose, Mom broke up.
My dad and I played, so I won. - declares my child and with the appearance of a winner goes to play with machines. And my wife and I, clogged, realize that we have a clever ass growing up at home.