Memory Games.

I arrived back in South Africa last week (from London) - Warren was off on some manly-fishing trip and headed back to London last night - I will be in South Africa for a while getting the wedding planning all sorted while Warr mans the fort in the UK. (sob).

Anyway, last weekend, we spent with The Warr's sister and brother-in-law up in Joburg and their two (v. cute) little kids:

(the following is a true story. heaven help us all)

When a cute six year old asks to play a game with you - you don't say no.

The Memory Game. You've all played it.

When a junior picks a card - there is much "YAYing" and "OOHing!" and high-fiving. 

You know the deal.

 

haha Warren. ha. ha.

Che's turn!!

"mmm... i just saw that sneaky pair! I've definitely got this one!

I'll pick.... YOU......

 

?!!

 

Like, I wasn't meant to pick that card up again for the fourth time in a row.

 

Sometimes, when you play children, you play to lose.

(You know... confidence boosting and all.)

Not me, not this time.

i play to win.

 

but really.

I really was.

 

lemon. banana. so tricksy.

 

so where exactly is that other lemon?

 

perfect. so if that's the lemon, there where is that banana?

When you cheat in a memory game to beat a six year old, you know you are not ready to have children.

 - the end.