Dinagally

Jason plays chess and learned at a young age.  He even went to nationals in elementary school.  I guess he has always been a nerd.  The only chess I was ever involved in was the musical in high school.  I guess I have always been a nerd too.  Our children are destined to follow in our footsteps.

Grandpa Jay brought Jason's old chess set down to Kansas a couple of weeks ago and taught Ella how to play.  Thankfully, he tolerated her very poor loosing skills and she learned the game.  The chess set is ancient.  It has the year "1988" written right on it.  It belongs in a museum. 

After being taught by her Grandpa, Ella taught Owen.  I looked on, hoping to learn a thing or two.  At one point she told him, "No, no.  You can't move that one.  It only moves dinagally".  I wanted to hear that great word again so I said, "Which way does it move?".  "Dinagally", she said.  I couldn't help but burst in to a laugh that I tried to hide and blame on the silly baby in the corner.  It was so stinking adorable. 

Yesterday, on the way home from church, I asked Ella what she had talked about in Sunday school.  She told me they read the story of the good Samaritan and that he was attacked by "3 Rogers".  "Robbers?", I asked.  "Yeah, robbers", she said. 

Make sure that you look out for Rogers in your neighborhood.