The kid might as well have been wearing a scarlet B. As in, B for “bad.”
He threw toys in other kids’ faces. He punched and kicked them. He ran up to our table, snatched at snacks and tried to pilfer water bottles. The kids cried and complained about him, and the other parents and I exchanged annoyed glances.
I was spending a rainy afternoon at an indoor playplace with two friends and their children. Together, we had three three-year-olds and three five-year-olds — perfect ages for amusing themselves and racing around so that we, the moms, could sit and talk.
Except a certain little boy was becoming a problem.
At first, he seemed to be playing OK with our posse of kids, even though he was a little older, maybe six. There was a slight lack of boundaries, as he grabbed at the food on our table and tried to drink out of our kids’ water bottles. We handed over some snacks (after confirming with his caregiver that it was OK) and asked that he not try to share our drinks, and figured that would be the end of it.
But over the next hour, his lack of snacktime boundaries escalated into shoving and hitting our kids. One by one, they’d run over to us, sobbing, about “the boy” that had decked them or thrown a toy in their face.
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She’s some kind of Snakes and Ladders prodigy. She wins every single time, even though she can barely figure out how to roll the ridiculous foam dice. My husband and I think it’s hilarious. But you know who doesn’t find it funny? Our five-year-old son, also known as The Big Brother Who Believes He Should Get To Win Sometimes, SO THERE.
We started Family Game Night as our Sunday evening tradition, and we have quite a collection of kid-appropriate board games. Of course, the kids go through phases of wanting to play the same (very boring) games over and over.
There was a dark period when I thought I would have to secretly donate “Hi Ho! Cherry-O” because my clumsy fingers couldn’t stand to pick up any more of those miniature plastic incorrectly-shaped fruits.
I have played a lot of games, with our own kids and our friends’ kids. I may have gotten carried away with the board game collecting, but I really believed that knowing how to play games was an important skill. I still think that! I want to raise kids who are good sports, not sore losers. I just didn’t realize how painfully tedious it would be to teach.
Simple skills, like rolling a dice, do not come naturally to little kids. No, you don’t drop it accidentally-on-purpose to get the number you want. No, you don’t whip it across the room so Daddy has to go pick it up. No, not under the table either!
A lot of kids’ games come with spinners, and those little plastic-and-cardboard contraptions are even more frustrating than the dice. Pudgy uncoordinated toddler fingers will struggle to spin them. They will tap it and poke it and jab it, and the spinner will not spin. Then the older kids will turn it into a competition, and see who can flick it the hardest while the little ones cry.
Once the dice are rolled (on the table, not across the room) or the kid finally figures out the spinner, it’s time to “help” them move their playing piece. Without a doubt, they will insist on moving it all by themselves, which means you have to carefully count out loud while they struggle to move it. You’ll fight hard to resist the urge to guide their chubby little fist as they dart their playing piece up, down and all around.
And the cheating! I didn’t know toddlers would instinctively know to cheat at a board game until I saw it with my own eyes. But you have to watch them closely, or they will veer around snakes and inch themselves closer to ladders. Don’t even get me started on the sneaky basket maneuvers in “Hi Ho! Cherry-O.”
When our three-year-old inevitably beats us all at Snakes and Ladders, our eldest is always crushed. He whines that she always wins, and why isn’t it his turn to win a game?
We remind him that we play board games for fun, and that it doesn’t matter who wins or loses. We all shake hands and say “Good game” after each round, and we stop the littlest when she gets gloaty and does a victory dance. I’ve said the words “Remember to be a good sport” more often than I’ve played Tic Tac Toe.
I think — I hope? — there will be a day when Family Game Night doesn’t end in tears. Until then, we will keep playing and keep repeating the importance of having fun and being a good sport.
We’ll also keep researching Snakes and Ladders career options, because this kid is ready to go pro.

Although we loved many things about our Handmade Home from the start, our backyard wasn’t one of them. It’s long but very narrow, so a jungle gym or swing-set just wouldn’t look right.
Shortly after we moved in, I noticed that one of our neighbours had a slide coming off their back deck, so I promptly copied them. It was such a great idea!
We bought an eight-foot yellow “wave slide” from the home improvement store, bolted it to the edge of our deck, and turned the railing into a gate with a latch.

At the time, our kids were very little, and we wanted to keep them from zooming off the deck if we weren’t on the grass to supervise them.
It was a simple project, but we’ve gotten so many compliments on it — sometimes just strangers who are walking past our house! It’s used year-round, too. The kids slide it, run it, walk it, turn it into a waterslide, and even slip down it when it’s covered with snow and ice.
But after a couple of summers of enjoying the slide, I was sick of staring at the overhang of the deck. I decided we could do something fun with that part of the deck, too. After all, it wasn’t doing anything more than serving as a patch of gravel to store our ladder. It could be … a clubhouse!
The kids loved the idea, so we all trekked out to buy wood. We used 2x4s to build a simple frame, and screwed on sheets of plywood to make the walls. We looked into several kinds of wood, including cool panels that would have made it look like a log cabin, but ended up going with the cheapest option ($25 per sheet).

I grabbed a ruler and a pencil to sketch out two windows and a doorway, and Michael drilled a couple of holes in the corners so he could get the jigsaw in place. Once the door and windows were cut out, he trimmed them with some scrap wood to make everything look more finished.

After the kids went to bed that night, I slipped outside for the paint job: two coats of stain for the walls (“Autumn Brown” in Sico’s semi-transparent exterior stain) and three coats of untinted white semi-gloss for the trim.
It was a beautiful evening without any bugs, but I did learn the difficult lesson that if you go out in grungiest painting clothes and no makeup — even if it’s almost totally dark outside — all of your neighbours will wander over to chat.
The finishing touch was letting the kids decorate the interior walls with squeezable bottles of neon poster paint. It took days for all of the drips and splatters to dry, but they were psyched to have a chance to go crazy and paint their “house” any way they liked.

The kids have been so happy with the newest addition to our back deck, and love zooming down the slide and running straight into the clubhouse to hide.

Sometimes it’s a secret fort, other times it’s a castle or a dungeon, and it’s become their favourite they’ll-never-find-us-here spot during Hide and Seek.
Hmmm. Now maybe it’s time to build myself a cozy little “She Shed.”
xo

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