Our daughter tends to approach her activities with gusto.
When she was two years old she discovered a love of puzzles, assembling 100 piece puzzles on her own, with me there for company (and to serve as the occasional gatherer of “all the black and white striped zebra pieces,” for example, as directed by the little miss.).
Almost four years old now, she has applied that same sense of zeal to mastering a variety of games: Solitaire, King’s Corner, Uno, Triominos, Scrabble, Qwirkle Cubes, and Checkers.
We play the card games everywhere: at the doctor’s office, in restaurants, in the back seat of the car, while we’re out and about (on our android phones when there isn’t a flat surface on which to play!).
She’s not just fooling around either, she’s actually really good! She strategizes, holding cards until playing them benefits her. Creating variations to make the game more challenging. I’m certainly not that focused despite my love of winning.
And each time she kicks my ass, she kindly reassures me, “Mom, it’s okay. We can play until you win too.” Gee, thanks, honey. “Okay, let’s play!” After all, she’ll be heading off to college before I know it. And games are fun!