"Mama," my nine-year-old son asked. "Will you play chess with me?"
I didn't realize the kid knew how to play chess. "Okay," I said. "One game."
We got out the chess board and set up the pieces. Surprisingly, he remembered what I had taught him a long time ago. He was doing pretty well. After about a half hour, I was getting tired of the game. I also had a ton of things to do, so I decided to make a bold move and see what happened. I moved my queen all the way up the board and parked her right next to his king. "Check," I said.
I wondered if he would knock her off with his king. He didn't. He took his bishop and knocked off my rook.
"Check mate," I said on my next move, capturing his king and winning the game.
"That's not fair!" Bubba complained.
"What do you mean, it's not fair?" I said. "You could've gotten my queen!"
"You didn't tell me I could get the queen. I thought I had to get the rook. Redo!"
"No redo, Bubba. Mama rules. And that's that!"