We played Dvonn

We played Dvonn. That is, I showed him how to play. First time, following a devilish blitz run of Speed where I lost which is good vitamin for him. With games and books about games spread around, small games easy to travel with tucked in the shoulder bags, games boutiques visited at each stay in Paris or close by here in Tokyo, the strategy to offer a pervasive alternative with a Papa that plays - or at least manipulates games almost daily, that strategy of awakening started about three years ago is firmly taking ground. The dynamic of Dvonn, where severed vital links may throw all of a sudden out of the sand beach like board a bunch of holed bakelite circles, this dynamic is esthetically satisfying. We played once but I forced upon him a positive appraisal, stating how nice this game is, how bright he is to play it when the average Dvonn player must be way past adolescence. The ploy worked. It still works at his age. He declared how much he loved that game. I would like to shake hands with that woman physician who expressed doubt at the flawed autism diagnostic of some 5 years ago. She was right. One of these days, we will try Trax.