We've got a quasi-tradition here at the Levia household where we attempt to have a game night at some point on the weekends. Of course, things get in the way like shopping, cleaning house, or general stuff that moves game night to the next weekend or the one after that. When our daughter was younger, we'd resort to the age-old comfort of Memory or Hungry Hippos. Later, as she fell asleep, I would challenge my wife in a no holds barred contest of financial domination with Monopoly or attempt to stump her vast knowledge of useless facts and figures with a myriad of Trivial Pursuit games. While one would be the Scrabble champion for the week, the other would reign supreme with an impressive run as the Boggle leader. Now that she's older, our daughter joins in with some spirited fun as we play the Game of Life or even Sorry.
My dad, for one Christmas, gave us a game that I had never heard of, but owes its start to the pubs and taverns of England. "Shut the Box" is a game that has the numbers 1-0 on a swivel and the player throws a dice, matches the number to the corresponding swivel, and throws it down. When the player has turned down the last number, they shut the box. It's quite fun, if played with a certain level of intoxication, and makes an interesting photograph too.
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