So last night, because my son got a surprise dental office and his sister was getting a sleepover, we decided to let him do what he wanted. What he wanted was cookies and Space Hulk. Is it because he is related to me, or because he knows I love those things and he's trying to hang out more with me?
Don't matter, I call it a win.
Well, we played greatly reduced complexity rules, and since the boy ate a good deal of chocolate cookies, he could not even follow them.