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A Game of Clue


My 9 year old son asked me to play Clue. He set up the game and we started to play. Our two figures made their way around the board while the Captain (my now 4 year old) took the other figures and played with them. As my older son and I guessed who committed the heinous crime (whatever the crime was), it came to my attention that other crimes were being committed by the other non-players of the game. In fact, my person disappeared into the criminal mess. Miss Scarlet ended up with a revolver in her hands. Mr. Green had the wrench. Miss Scarlet shot Mr. Green in the heart. In indignation, Mr. Green chopped off Miss Scarlet's head. This scene continued at the hands of my young and, apparently, violent little 4 year old.

"Mommy!" Miss Scarlet exclaimed.
"Come here, I'll take care of it for you," Mr. Green replied.
"You chopped off my head," said Miss Scarlet.
"No, I didn't," replied Mr. Green, "I'm your father. I'll fix your head."
Just then, Mrs. White appeared. "Come here, sweetie," she said.
"You're not my mother. You're my grandma but I will come with you."
"Did your daddy chop off your head?" asked Mrs. White.
"What's going on in here?" asked Professor Plum.
"AHHHHHH!" they all screamed in unison. Each player grabbed a weapon and attacked Professor Plum. They chopped him and tied him up, smacked him with a wrench, shot him, and otherwise mutilated him.
"Why did you do that?" asked Professor Plum, "I am your uncle."

This went on while my 9 year old and I tried in earnest to solve the crime. In the end, Mrs. White did it with the rope in the kitchen. It didn't really matter, though. All the players were involved in much more heinous crimes just off the board. It was the most exciting and brutal game of Clue I've ever witnessed.

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  1. AmberApril 6, 2009 at 7:37 AM

    I love Clue, but I have never had a game as exciting as that one. Maybe I am playing it wrong.....

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  2. JoanApril 7, 2009 at 12:03 PM

    Nancy, you are too funny and have a great way with words. It's never boring at your house is it?

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