I’ve started teaching Junior Vox some of the more significant games from my childhood. The first is King’s Corner, a card game I used to play all the time with my grandma. I remember going to spend weekends with her when I was 7 or 8 and we’d sit at the dining room table, playing King’s Corner and eating Club crackers coated with Cheez Whiz. JV is getting pretty good at King’s Corner.
The one game she can’t get the hang of yet is what I like to think of as a redneck ninja game we played in high school. (I haven’t taught her Bloody Knuckles. Yet.) A quick Google search tells me this game is actually called Red Hands, or “slapsies.” She stands in front of me with her hands out, palm down. I put my hands underneath hers, palms up, and then try to flip my hands over and smack the tops of her hands before she can pull away. Then we take turns and she tries to slap my hands. Poor little whiffle–she can’t connect or get away. She and Mr. Vox are pretty evenly matched, which tells me she’s either slow like her daddy or she’s going to grow up to be fast, like her mommy.
Until then, I am the undisputed champion of redneck ninja hand-slapping in this house.