My family is playing Scrabble while I'm over here on the computer. Since Sabrina is the youngest, every time her turn comes around, I feel a tapping on my shoulder and look over at plaintive puppy eyes asking for help. This time, she shows me her letters. One vowel and a Z. Yuck.
I sigh, get up and glance at the board. I'm all set to suggest she use her P and C to make the word pack when I see an oppotunity. We lay down the word zag, with the Z firmly on a triple letter score.
The boys have now banned me from the game.