Trouble at Midnight
By Trouble, I mean the game with the pop dice. For whatever reason, as a kid I loved that pop dice. It was so much more fun than just rolling dice and moving the pieces.
Why was I playing Trouble at midnight last night? Because Lauren got up at about 11:30 with the stomach flu. She came into my room, spewing puke down the hallway, to tell me she was sick. I moved her to the bathroom which is where we sat for the next two hours. I told her stories. I rubbed her back. When that was no longer a distraction, I whipped out the Trouble game to keep her mind off the fact that every ten minutes she was leaning over the toilet.
Between bouts of dice popping and sickness, I went to work on the carpeting and cursed myself for my lack of foresight. Why in the world had I fed the girl spaghetti and meatballs followed by cherries? Bright red, carpet staining cherries?
It was Trouble. And there was no pop up dice to make this any fun.
