My wife gave me a mischievous smile.
“So…” she said. “After the kids go to bed, you wanna… play RISK?”
My sister-in-law gave me the classic “Library” edition of RISK for my birthday a while back, and we hadn’t had a chance to break it in yet. It looks cool on the shelf, in a wooden box designed to resemble a heavy tome.
We stayed up until midnight, when I called the game on account of time and conceded the victory to my military genius wife. It was a dice-chucking good time, more about the activity than the winning, and further evidence that I have the coolest wife ever.
