Competitive Candyland

Over the last couple weeks Evelyn and I have been playing Candyland, always Candyland. Apparently it's an old game that she's discovered anew and we've played 3-8 times every day, depending on how the day goes. I think over all 45-120 or so games, I've won like twice... really. She doesn't cheat, I don't let her win, I just can't get it together to be the first one into that bliss of a land at the end of the game. I get lollypop, she gets ice cream. I get gum drop, she gets peanut. I get peanut, then I also get slammed with one or two "stuck on a licorice stick, lose a turn" spaces. I tell you, I CAN'T WIN.

So our games have evolved lately from good-natured, fun-with-your-four-year-old to trash-talking throw-downs. Here's a latest example:

Evelyn: "I'm going to kick your butt in Candyland."
Me: "No way, not this time stinkerhead!"
(and then we start)
Evelyn: "Ha, ha, I got ORANGE. I'm winning!"
Me: "Not so fast, fancypants, I got peanut and I'm outtahear!"
Evelyn: "See you later fancypants, I got ice cream!"
Me: "Don't worry stinkerhead...you're gonna get on licorice in a minute!"
Evelyn: "No way, I'm winning this game!"

And so it goes. The good-natured ribbing goes on for as long as it takes for her to beat me. Really, it's lot of fun to hang with the little girl every day. We have a good time.