Bunko and kiddos

I played bunko the other night.  We’ve been playing for 3 years now – at least I think it’s 3.  Maybe we’re starting our third year?  I don’t remember, exactly. I remember after the first game, and probably for a few games after that, that I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep playing.  I only knew my good friend, and I was acquaintances with a few other women.  This wasn’t necessarily the issue.  The concern I had was that I was the only one without kids.  A lot of the women knew each other because their kids all went to the same school.  Or they were direct neighbors (we all live very close to each other).  I did not have that connection.  As I said, I really only knew my friend.  However, as time went on, I became more comfortable with everyone, and got to know about their families.  And I’ve come to really enjoy playing bunko with these women.

So, the other night at bunko was such a fun night!  I think the conversation was great at each table I sat at.  And the stories about the kiddos had me in stitches.  The stories just made me laugh and gave me some serious insight into the lives of little kiddos.  However, to protect the (not-so) innocent, I will keep their antics to myself!