Griffin is dying to play assassin.
He learned the game while staying over at his friend's house where they play it at dinner. Quite likely you know the game. A card is dealt to each person - in our family's case, five cards - and the person who gets the Ace of Spades is the assassin and must try to "kill" each of the other players by surreptitiously winking at each of them before he/she is found out. Players who are winked at will "die" without doing so immediately after be winked at, so as not to make it obvious who was looking at them at the time.
So Griffin's been dying to play (I can't stop doing that).
The past couple of nights we managed to have four of us at the dinner table which, while fun, makes a pretty short game of assassin, because once player one accuses player 2 of being the assassin and is told they are wrong, then player 3 knows for sure that player 4 is the assassin. See what I mean? Trust me, you need more people.
So tonight when Griffin couldn't get Pam and I to drop our books and come out to the living room for a game of assassin, he got the girls to drop their iPods and come into the bedroom, where we sat on the bed with our best poker faces (some better than others - you'd know Berit was the assassin as soon as she got the card the way her face lit up) and stared at, winked at, and laughed with each other until Griffin finally got to be the assassin, killed everyone, and Pam picked her book back up putting an end to the bloodshed.
