Melissa Welborn
United States
Anderson
South Carolina
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My husband and I settled in after dinner with our son, age ten and daughter (a stone’s throw from nine) for a quick game of Liar’s Dice.
Round One:
Mama started out weak and continued to bleed out until she was without dice. The son was out next when he challenged three stars in a set of nine dice. In reality, seven out of nine were stars. Tough break. The game was down to the daughter, who was holding on for dear life with one dice against her daddy who still had all five. She couldn’t fight the master with only one dice. Winner: Daddy.
Round Two:
Mama had high hopes, but was out first again. Sitting between Daddy and the daughter is the place of death. Daddy challenged the son’s bid of five five’s out of ten. When the dice were revealed, there were seven five’s out of ten, all natural five’s (no stars). Daddy was out. The son still had four dice, and the daughter was down to three. Then they were tied two to two, and both of them were still in it. The daughter had a star and a three, and the son had a two. He tried to bluff her with two fours, but she challenged and he lost. Winner: Daughter.
Round Three:
Mama beat her previous record by getting out in two rolls, killed by her daughter’s incessant challenges. Everyone else at the table still had five dice. The daughter lost four in one turn when she bid seven two’s when there were only three. And she’s out leaving the two boys, each with five dice. Then they were both down to four. Then they were both down to three. Then they were both down to two. Then the son lost when he got down two to one against his Daddy. Those are tough odds. Winner: Daddy.
All in all, it was a fun night of challenging the odds with a ten and nine year old, playing a game rated on the box for twelve year-olds. Maybe Mama, who is 43, should wait a while longer before attempting it. Or maybe she should sit somewhere else.
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