Ah, would you look at that: I’ll get the triple word score in the corner and catch that word coming down. 53 points. Nice.
Oh nuts. I’m playing Rogan.
I’m going to have to find a different word.
Arrrrgghh, there isn’t anything else which gives me anything like that amount of points. And he’s currently 30 points ahead of me.
He's 13; he's heard it all before. He hears it on TV, not to mention in the playground all the time. I mean, I even hear it freely bandied about by the kids at the primary school gates when I collect Meg.
Yeah, but Maggie wouldn’t be happy if I started using that word in a Scrabble game with him.
He probably wouldn’t tell her. It could be one of those secret father-son bonding things…
Oh, but what if he did?
Just stop it right now. I can’t put that word down.
Remember, it’s only a game.
But it’s 53 points!
Nuts, nuts, nuts. Sometimes this attempt at responsible parenting is a real pain.