Ludo and Sleepover in Quarantineville

So... Dewy finally learnt to play ludo and all the rules that go with it. Like any other game, she had her own concerns to this game. Our crazy family has another rule that is applied only to our Highness. If you get a chance to take her tokens and put it back home, you cannot do it. That too the first 3 chances. So it is right there in front of your eyes where you can score over her but can't do it.

Sometimes I get tempted and I conquer her token and put it back home leading to a big ruckus and fight. Then we roped in our friends to playing this online with my them. And I had to enlighten everyone of this game and our rule. Since here, the coin movement is done by computer,  it doesn't follow Dewy's rule 😆😆😆😆

So you can imagine the drama that unfolds. 

Sleepovers - Dewy has a friend who she absolutely adores. I mean she does like all her friends but this girl tops. To sound cliché, their wavelength matches. 

Sleepovers...the preparation starts on Tuesday. That starts with dinner planning ( meaning making me or her mom decide some nice food). There are charts, presentations and planning meeting for that outrageous Friday night slash Saturday morning.

It goes till 1 AM and infact surprisingly Dewy (who loves her sleep) wakes up again at 8 in the morning to continue the games till 11.00  before we mothers finally say " Its enough".

I still have 4 weeks of summer vacation left and this summer just flew off. I for one would be glad when the school reopens whatever mode of classes it may be.

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