Now that Mahjong has entered the Jones household, the game has its permanent place setting at what was once the breakfast room table, homework desk, and/or arts and crafts work surface, depending on the day.
Now that 3/5 of the family has some sort of grasp on what’s what, this area is now for Mahjong. While we all sensed this would be the case, it was solidified the other night as we sat down for family game night.
Friday night Jen and I were watching pretty much nothing on TV, and she asked, “Do you want to see what it’s all about?” Sensing her excitement, I said, “Sure. Let’s go.”
As Jennifer began explaining it all, I remember thinking to myself, “Holy crap….Why would anyone want to sit around and think this much?” We proceeded with two ghost riders (IYKYK). In the end, no one got the exhilaration of saying “Mahjong!” which made the whole first-time experience much ado about nothing.
After we set up for another round, we yelled upstairs for more players. 11-year-old Nora “Bomb” Jones came running down the steps. Ivey was doing something else at the time, and Finley was out and about.
Fast forward to the end of the game, and all of the tiles were exposed. Nora moved some tiles around and calmly lifted her eyebrows as she lifted her hand off the last one and said, “Mahjong.”
Jennifer and I just looked at each other and said, “WTF…?”
After some deliberation, in the end, the rule about a pair can’t use a Joker was revealed. BOOOOOO!
Nora and I call BS, as she did what she was instructed to do, which was match the tiles to the code thingy on the sheet, and whip our asses.
She did exactly that.
The Jones family has officially welcomed Mahjong into the home, and Finley, Ivey, Nora, and I hope that Jennifer has a lot of fun playdates in her future!
Franklin Jones
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