I know I should be writing, but Pokemon

[peg-image src=”https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tIJW_eTaJvo/WCjqJo9w3lI/AAAAAAAATvQ/BEzFAMJyooAFDLKwB8WhSjPEHSyDP4kSQCCo/s144-o/20161113_142421.jpg” href=”https://picasaweb.google.com/100209810380444992363/6352584727506888321#6352584725742280274″ caption=”Getting ready for our Sunday afternoon Pokemon game at the comic shop. My first attempt at a Fire/Water deck.” type=”image” alt=”20161113_142421.jpg” image_size=”5312×2988″ peg_single_image_size=”w640″ peg_img_align=”right” peg_gal_align=”right” ]I know I should be writing (and I have, earlier), but this afternoon is our weekly Pokemon game down at the comic book shop. I wouldn’t have foreseen┬áthis a few years ago (Pokemon? Not for me!), but we try to go every week, and we usually have a great time. I feel like this gives me a chance to bond with the younger two girls in a way I wouldn’t normally get. We go, we play a game (sometimes against each other, usually not), we usually don’t win all three rounds, but we have fun. Before the game, we spend time trading and trying to build our decks up better, and after the game we come home to dinner and to regale Mom and their older sister with the tales of battle and victories nearly won, if only…!