When we were in Idaho, the kids played a game called Dead of Winter. They really liked it and Brandt wanted us to get one. It was expensive and I said no. Kent, however, made a deal with Brandt that if he wouldn't bite his nails such that they showed above the tops of his fingers, Kent would give his $50. If he wanted, with that money Brandt could buy the game. For weeks now, Brandt has been very good about not biting his nails, and they have grown. It's been remarkable to see. They finally got above his fingertips, and we ordered the game. It came this past week and Brandt has been desperate for someone to play with him. Tonight, he invited Jarom over, and together with Blythe, they played. It's a long-ish game and they were at it a while. As they played, Kent and I watched something on TV as I ironed. It wasn't really traditional, but it was evening, they were gaming, so we called it night games.
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