https://blog.penelopetrunk.com/cdn/home/pt-logo.png 0 0 Penelope https://blog.penelopetrunk.com/cdn/home/pt-logo.png Penelope2019-04-16 17:41:282019-04-16 17:41:28Penelope’s brothers want to know…
Penelope’s brothers want to know…
Penelope, do your readers know that your kids are gambling?
Dear brothers, even though I would be really lonely without you guys, you are annoying. For those who are curious, we play poker as a family. I am so bad at poker that I can’t even remember what beats what. My kids are trying to learn to count cards. But whatever. Counting cards feels tame compared to five years of unlimited video games. Anyway, my brothers think soon we’ll be playing poker all day. But I think counting cards is more like walking a dog: you do it to wear the dog out so you can get some rest afterward.
My grandmother taught me how to play poker. We’d play, penny ante, at family gatherings, sometimes as many as 10 at the table. It was great fun. Nobody died. No child was scarred for life.
Playing card games and table games of trade is a leisure activity at your own discretion, no worse and just as fun as board games but casinos unlike those things make majority of their profit at slot machines where there is no pretense of skill or compettion, team playing or socializing, its pure random luck and stastically you have better chance at being killed by a vending machine then winning big and changing your life, casinos and lotteries are a regressive tax transferring wealth from the poor to the ultra wealthy.
I was ten when my grandmother taught me how to gamble. We would play Black Jack, Poker, and bet on horse races. I thought that was normal?
The question is, why is this of concern to your brothers? If they have to say something to you about it, then perhaps it’s something you should pause and consider before brushing them off as being annoying siblings. Family poker games is not something I would pester my siblings about…
Our family went through a phase of evening Texas hold’em and it was great family fun time. We have fond memories.
My dad was a gambling man – cards and horses. And he taught me how to do both at a very young age. Nothing serious. Just small bets. For him and me. Some of my favourite childhood memories are at the track. When I first brought my future husband home, the first thing my dad did was teach him how to play the horses.