The epic saga surrounding The Bean Game continues…
I described the original version, as well as some of the more advanced and elaborate versions, in this post a few months ago. I also mentioned that it seemed Will was ready to join in as an equal (receiving no special treatment on account of his age) participant when Tom and I, along with our parents and siblings, came together around the kitchen table on Family (Bean) Game Night.
While at the Lodge, Hallie decided that she too was ready to participate fully in Bean Uno, the version of the week.
At the end of each game of Uno, every player except the winner eats Uno Bean (see what we did there? Bean Uno, Uno Bean? No reason why the game shouldn't also educate the kiddos in a foreign language) that they shake blindly out of the box.
We explained the rules to the kids beforehand, and informed them that if they wanted to play, they were expected to follow the exact same rules as the adults. After they observed a few rounds - and thoroughly enjoyed watching us choke down our terribly flavored beans - they agreed.
|Will full-on celebrated when AJ had to eat a vomit bean.|
|Could he be more excited?|
|Tom was pretty thrilled as well.|
|Just two boys, sharing a celebratory|
hug at their sister's/aunt's expense.
|Will pleading his case.|
|Me giving choices.|
|The Bean Game is tough.|
To be clear, we have never forced our children to play The Bean Game or to eat strange and/or disgusting flavors of Bertie Bott's Beans.