Monday, February 24, 2014
How Scrabble Went Awry
Every Sunday my dad comes over for breakfast and a game or two of Scrabble. At 87, he still finishes the New York Times crossword puzzle daily, so besting him is a challenge. Yesterday my daughter stopped by and joined us for a round, which ended abruptly when Thomas the cat decided he wasn't getting enough attention and jumped onto the table, scattering tiles.