Still clinging to hope that we could incorporate some learning into the dealings, I convinced myself that math was somehow involved. And it was. He had to add up the numbers, calculate bet amounts and figure out a payment plan for the money I borrowed from him. But because he's still only 9 years old, he needed help with the numbers. Not being the stealthiest kid around, he did his counting aloud. While I was waiting for my drink refills, he would sneak in some finger counting - so freakin cute. And despite his numerical troubles, he still won. Actually, to say he won would be a huge understatement, kicked my butt is more like it. And the little jig he did as he walked away, tells me he was relishing in his victory a little too much. This definetely turned into a life lesson - for ME! Never trust someone who can bat their eyes, is under 5 feet tall and can do fancy card shuffling tricks.
When I was tucking him to bed later on in the evening, he took my cheeks into his hands and ever-so sweetly told me "Mom, I'll always love you....even if you fall behind on your payments" Such a loving son!
lol. Don't even know what "dealer draws on 16 and stands on all 17's" means. But I think that smile and those eyes of his beguiled you. He conned be out of m and m's the same way.
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