We’d run through Oh, Hell and Cribbage, too. In a desperate move, I suggested Trivial Pursuit, even though I could clearly remember how the game was a yawn fest when I was a kid.
Jenny escaped to the garage to work on a project with grandpa.
Will, grandma and I dusted off the Trivial Pursuit box and pulled out the cards. It wouldn’t be long before we’d lose Will. We fumbled with questions like, “What team retired baseball player Stan Musial’s No. 6?” and “Who’s the barber in The Barber of Seville?”
It was Will’s turn.
I was about to suggest that he beat me at a game of Wii Golf.
Grandma asked the question.
“What’s the psychiatric term for self-love?”
Grandma said, “Pffft!” She looked at me and laughed.
I said, “No way!!”
Will looked at grandma and then at me.
For a split second, I wondered if he might not get the obvious. I think grandma wondered the same thing.
Will let out a laugh and said, “Duh, it’s narcissism.”
Out of 6000 questions, what are the chances that we’d get that particular question?
How many 13 year old boys would know that answer?
*In case you just have to know:
The St. Louis Cardinals retired Stan Musial’s No. 6.
Figaro was the barber in The Barber of Seville.