For the past 4 years I have played Bunko with a gang from the wives club at the local military hospital. We have eaten nibbles and drunk wine, rolled dice and won cash during our monthly little socials. We have celebrated births, mourned the passing of friends, said hello to new faces and bid farewell to those PCSing. I have hosted on numerous occasions and offered to host one last time before we pack out in 3 weeks, though with everything going on sending reminders wasn't at the top of my priority list. Apparently it wasn't at the top of anyone else's list either as no one came. The kids were disappointed, Will had set up a table on the porch with a sign-in sheet taped to the piano stool. We turned it into a family party by eating some of the yummy BBQ and chocolate glop and the kids stayed up late to play one round of Bunko. Maggie was our reigning champion with 5 Baby Bunkos and 2 Bunkos. She was so excited over beating her big brother and sister that she insisted in taking her score sheet upstairs and tucking it next to her in bed.
Sometimes these sorts of things happen, but last evening showed me that Will needs some lessons in how to handle disappointment and being a good loser.