Scott will like this one. PC rules the public school day in most ways, except here recently when a rainy morning canceled recess for Mr. B.’s class. Instead, they played games at their tables and one friend taught him and another kid how to play poker.
Texas Holdem, to be exact. He said the teacher thought it was amusing. The three boys used plastic cubes as chips, which they designated as dollars. Mr. B. lost most of his. Said he had only one good hand: an ace-high straight.
Reminds me of an old joke:
“‘Daddy, daddy, why can’t I play outside like other kids?’
‘Shut up and deal.'”
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
God bless Texas, and poker.
I sure hope none of the liberal Austin parental units get wind of it. There’s a very unfair aspect to poker — there are very clear winners.
Heh. Mr. B. has a very unusual teacher. The ones who might complain pulled their kids out of the class back at the beginning of the year.
There is an old Russian saying to the effect of: unlucky in cards, lucky in love.
I’ll take that as a warning.
That’s a problem I hope will wait until he’s eighteen. Though I admit that’s unlikely.